Wild Forests

2005-08-04 - 8:35 p.m.

I have some sort of weird fungus thing on my feet. They've been so good recently - I bought some new shoes, and we've been getting along nicely. But now I've got all this hard, wrinkly skin on the pads of my toes. It's not calluses, so either it's a fungus, or I'm turning into a dog, paws upwards. I'm doing the tea-tree oil thing for the moment, and will head off to the doctor if that doesn't do anything.

God, I'm sick of getting strange skin conditions. I've broken out in pimples as well, despite using a new cleanser (a Dove exfoliating one), and I have a million little bumps on my cheeks just waiting to develop into pimples. Friends say that their skin became awful after they began to work in air-conditioned offices, so maybe there's not much I can do about that. Cutting back on the sweets and chocolate intake would probably improve things, but I'm always working on that one.

I don't get it - I drink a lot of water (most of the time), I don't use foundation, I use cleanser and moisteriser, I don't smoke or drink. I should have the best skin in the world. I should try and get a bit further into my twenties before despairing, though. Maybe I've got some skin maturing to do.

I think Mum and Dad might have some sort of dispute in the future over property, from murmurs I've been hearing from Dad. I'm staying completely out of it. I find it much easier now to remove myself from their issues than I did a year ago, and I'm less attached to the property as well. Last year, the property represented childhood, and what the family used to be - now, it's just a beautiful place to visit. Filled with memories, of course, but they no longer grip me so strongly.

I think that's partly another reason why I have an urge to capture something of childhood in writing - because what I associate most with childhood, that feeling of close-knit, indestructible family, is gone, or altered beyond recognition, at least. I'd like to remember, years onward, what it was like when they still loved each other.

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