I do not even know where to start. Picking my skin totally controls my life, I know I am the one who has created these blemishes and then I look at them again, pick them, and send myself into a really bad funk. Like just now, I picked and as I was doing it all I could think was "wow you're so scared and ugly" and that no will ever love me because I clearly don't either. I'm 22, a recent university graduate. I wish that the depression and shame, guilt and self-loathing I feel just by looking at myself, let alone picking, would end. Will it??