Some memories should…stay memories.
You know, I thought the forehead one was really bad, but I did have one growing up in middle school that was like the mother of all zits. It lasted a long time, and of course, I was really self-conscious about it. Unfortunately, my family was absolutely no help, so I was forced to let this thing just do its thing and run its course.
One morning I woke up and it was gone. I got a postcard later from a monastery in Budapest with no writing or anything on it. This was roughly around 13, 14 years old. I think that it was the good clean part of my soul that decided to leave me forever. It’s quite sad, really.