OK, i've got no idea what's wrong with me.

My eczema on my face is getting worse, while those on my body's getting better. Doesn't make sense.
Well it hasn't been making sense anyway.

The skin on my face is ....tight, like a piece of unstretchable paper. And i can hardly open my eyes. The skin on my upper lips has cracks and throughout the entire night it has been oozing out some kind of liquid-like stuff. Now i don't even know if i can go to work tonight. 

Do you have any idea how depressing and unbearable this is...

For some reason, i felt groggy and restless since i woke up. I'm pretty sure i'm not sick. Well, i don't know what's wrong with me...

WHAT ON EARTH IS WRONG WITH ME??? 

Moreover, i can hardly get quality sleep these days.
Maybe i should consider taking some pills...

The only comforting thing is... Brandon doesn't mind any of these.
He doesn't mind my rashes.
He doesn't mind my rough and dry skin.
He doesn't mind seeing me scratching and applying lotion vigorously on my skin.
He doesn't mind the trouble of putting bio-oil and lotion for me...
He doesn't mind getting ice packs for me in the middle of the night just to relief my itch...
He doesn't mind my bad temper when i was tormented by eczema...

That's why... somehow i felt guilty to complain about my skin. Because i've been given the best gift in life.
Someone being so supportive and understanding. Loving me for who i am and not minding my appearance.

I love his presence.
I love how he made me feel.
I love the way he made every little discomfort that i had to dissipate when i was with him.

What else can i ask for?

"You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not."
— Jodi Picoult (My Sister's Keeper)