Exploding noise!

So I am extremely stressed out. When I get stressed out, I break out. Not dancing. Blemishes. Usually not a lot, only one or two. But my God are they the mother of all facial imperfections. There is one, growing, stewing, multiplying, rabble-rousing, right under the surface on my nose. When I wrinkle my nose up, it hurts. But it is not yet visible. It is hiding, waiting until it is at its full strength, like You-Know-Who. It is waiting patiently, like Mount Vesuvius, then it will explode and take out thousands of innocent lives in the process.