
Lonenely sigma
Future "username-o-plasty" candidate
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Yet another day of crying in my room like a fucking bitch I am.
I saw the girl I was crushing on in hs on the street from the bus. She was smiling and happy, going about her day.
Everyone in the bus was also in a good mood, or it seemed like that at least. Even the ugly short balding man, he was talking over the phone, seeming happy.
I just want to talk to him; I want to ask him how he does it.
How can he face his problems if his problem is his face? How can he see the purpose when he isn't loved and chased by people?
I certainly can't, I just want to be loved by others, I want to be popular, I want to love my own reflection, I want people to be obsessed with me. But nope, I had to be born ugly. What a fucking joke.
I saw the girl I was crushing on in hs on the street from the bus. She was smiling and happy, going about her day.
Everyone in the bus was also in a good mood, or it seemed like that at least. Even the ugly short balding man, he was talking over the phone, seeming happy.
I just want to talk to him; I want to ask him how he does it.
How can he face his problems if his problem is his face? How can he see the purpose when he isn't loved and chased by people?
I certainly can't, I just want to be loved by others, I want to be popular, I want to love my own reflection, I want people to be obsessed with me. But nope, I had to be born ugly. What a fucking joke.