Oh, by the way, I'm 15 again. Need proof? Witness the ginormous zit that currently occupies most of my forehead.
I'm nearing thirty and battling the type of acne that was the bane of my adolescent existence. I'm no stranger to adult acne, but I haven't had a Mount Vesuvius like this in ages. This is no small "spot," as they call them here in England. It might as well be my third eye.
That's right, I've got a third eye. And yes, as a matter of fact, it can read your mind, and it knows you're thinking wicked, judgemental thoughts towards it. Be careful, though. You can see by the above evidence that it's already angry. Angry and reading your mind. If you're not cautious with your thoughts, it will smite you.
My third eye will smite you!
Or perhaps the inflammation will recede at least a little bit over night.
Seriously. It's simply not right to be 29 and battling this kind of embarrassment. Thank goodness for bangs.