Dear flaming red blotch on my cheek,
I don't know why you've decided to blight my existence. However, please fuck off. The world has enough traffic lights without my cheek needing to pass for one.
Much loathing,
Me.
I don't know why you've decided to blight my existence. However, please fuck off. The world has enough traffic lights without my cheek needing to pass for one.
Much loathing,
Me.