open letter to the zit on the end of my nose

You're done. You're just fucking done. It's been a week now that I have been dealing with your shit and I am sick of you. I am sick of how red you are and I am sick of the fact that you make me resemble W.C. Fields, and I am sick of being 31 and having a zit on the end of my nose. You're so over. You're so last week. You bastard, I hate you! Go away, you huge ugly thing! GO!