One Reason I HATE The Summer:

My face starts breaking out like it's a volcano ring in the Pacific Ocean.

When you are as pale as I am you just CANNOT have breakouts. Good skin is better then tan skin. At least a tan will cover all the blemishing instead of the white canvas for red I have.

I need to go overhaul the face section at Target.

The minute I start worrying about anything my body takes it out on my sleep and my face.

And right now I have tons of stuff that I'm extremely insecure about:

1. Going Home. I hate home and traveling by car stresses me.
   
2. Going home with Steven. Awkward. I like to keep my family separated from things I care about.
   
3. For some reason, the future of my relationship in general. I'm downright terrified about that lately. I'm trying to figure out why exactly I am; I just am.
   
4. Financial shit, lots of stress about that.
   
5. Getting my schoolwork done.
6. This next semester.
7. My goal to make new friends, cause psycho bitch ex-roommate got most of those in the divorce.
8. Leaving Oliver for the weekend
9. The wedding I'm going to with a broken out face and how fat my arms are going to look in my dress and how I really should have gotten flat shoes.