So in two hours, a new acne sprouted on my neck. That's the third this week. The first was on my forehead, the second one on my chin. It's driving me bananas. I hope that it wont be too noticeable.
Still nauseated by anything little. My sense of smell has heightened. It's hard to be in my old office, so Dre moved me to the guest room. I can't stand the smell of the sink, the bathroom, my old office, dirty laundry, my brother's unique smell, and Andrey's not fresh smell. The smallest scent makes me want to hurl - not over the toilet... over the sink. Toilet makes me sick.
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