FML

There is this fucking THING on my face, this fucking blemish/scab/whatever, and it's driving me insane! Moreover, it's making me reluctant to see anyone. Go to markets? Sure why not. It's not like there are people there. Invite boyfriend? Sure, why not. You're not more than a little anxious about keeping up appearances at the beginning of this here new, vaguely unsteady relationship.
That's okay. It's not like you're panicking.