Once upon a time, I had fairly clear skin. A blemish here and there, but for the most part smooth as butter.

Dear embedded zit on the tip of my beak,

YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE. No one should have the beginnings of crow’s feet and experience this pulsating throb that makes me look like Santa’s go-to reindeer. Oh, and to add insult to injury, YOU WON’T POP. Smug little bastard.