Attacked By Skin

I wish I could tear my skin off. That’s right, I want to deglove parts of myself. Imagine if I could just peel off my face and neck skin and get better skin (or perhaps wash and repair it).
Why? Because my skin insults me every chance it gets.
I wash it, I use spot treatments, I eat fairly well, and sometimes, it pretends that this is working just to give me a sense of hope that it can painfully dash across the floor.

And what can one do except reward the insubordinate cell-sheet than to pamper it more? Oh yes, I give it the charcoal, the tomatoes, the witch-hazel, even the occasional desperate toothpaste, and yet it still refuses to yield, stubbornly spitting in my face.

What is it that this disgusting mass clinging to my flesh wants? I have concluded that its one goal is to make me suffer. Each blemish is an attack on myself, and I cannot retaliate. It would be inaccurate to say I am at war with it because I have no means of fighting back.
What am I to do? The face masks do little, and even the mild effects wear off after a pitifully short span of time (not to mention the fact that they do nothing for my neck). Different face washes reveal the same results. Every mild alleviation disappears. The only solution is to remove the damn disgusting thing and hope to try again with skin that will cooperate.

If anyone has information on how to replace skin on a budget, I would appreciate it greatly.