A simple pimple on the nose

Abstract

It would never occur to me to commit suicide because of a simple pimple on my nose, of course, I am not as flirtatious as a hypochondriac, the problem is that it is the pimple that suddenly decides to commit suicide, because then maybe we will both die. Until now I had not written about my pimple in this diary, firstly because I did not think it would last that long, and secondly because one of the reasons for being of this diary is to fabricate a legend of pure glamor, which would say an apprentice of Rimbaud or similary.