I spent most of my life locked in my bedroom, miserable about my raging acne.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I had a terrible bout of acne after I turned 30.
I had plenty of pimples as a kid. One day I fell asleep in the library. When I woke up, a blind man was reading my face.
I had a wall around me and a lot of fantasy locked inside.
Even now that I'm married and 28, my room's still intact the way it was when I went to high school.
Retirement at sixty-five is ridiculous. When I was sixty-five I still had pimples.
I lived with my mom in a really small apartment. My bedroom was like in the living room. That's why I still love to sleep on couches now.
I've been blessed, acne never knocked on my door. I think I look pretty darn good.
I spent much of my life hiding.
For me from a pretty young age up until about 21 years old hallucinogenics had a huge place in my life.
Growing up, I always wanted a bedroom of my own.