
gymcelled
6'3 sub5 hardstuck
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Welp, it's been 6 days now.
So far I'm not feeling anything. No bloat. Maybe a bit worse sleep lately (hgh should make me sleep better tho, so I'm kinda confused...)
Recently I've been thinking, and I'm not even sure why I'm doing this.
I'm going to be subhuman forever, unless I commit to life altering surgeries.
I don't need height, so why am I even doing hgh in the first place? Not really sure.
I guess I believed and still cope with "facial bone growth" but let's be honest - I'm just hanging onto the last bit of fake hope I have.
My life is in shambles. I'm completely ND, unable to hold a conversation or even look people in their eyes.
Maybe I'm hoping it will kill me, so I don't have to commit suicide, but just get unlucky and "oh noo I died! that's unlucky" instead of having to make the decision of jumping or any other way.
My life is truly brutal. And I've realized that the fact I started thinking about looks etc ruined my life, not my face. I never cared before. I was able to live my life. Now I permanently adjust my mouth position to not look so recessed. I squint my eyes. I push my chest out and suck my stomach in.
Once my testosterone arrives, I will abuse the shit out of it, until I can't anymore. If not even that helps me, and I survive it, I will give up on everything.
I used to be a funny, nice guy
So far I'm not feeling anything. No bloat. Maybe a bit worse sleep lately (hgh should make me sleep better tho, so I'm kinda confused...)
Recently I've been thinking, and I'm not even sure why I'm doing this.
I'm going to be subhuman forever, unless I commit to life altering surgeries.
I don't need height, so why am I even doing hgh in the first place? Not really sure.
I guess I believed and still cope with "facial bone growth" but let's be honest - I'm just hanging onto the last bit of fake hope I have.
My life is in shambles. I'm completely ND, unable to hold a conversation or even look people in their eyes.
Maybe I'm hoping it will kill me, so I don't have to commit suicide, but just get unlucky and "oh noo I died! that's unlucky" instead of having to make the decision of jumping or any other way.
My life is truly brutal. And I've realized that the fact I started thinking about looks etc ruined my life, not my face. I never cared before. I was able to live my life. Now I permanently adjust my mouth position to not look so recessed. I squint my eyes. I push my chest out and suck my stomach in.
Once my testosterone arrives, I will abuse the shit out of it, until I can't anymore. If not even that helps me, and I survive it, I will give up on everything.
I used to be a funny, nice guy