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lonelycurry
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I'm constantly reminded of how unattractive I am. Everywhere I go, the reactions from people make it clear. Women don’t even notice me, strangers give me strange, almost pitying stares, and making friends seems impossible. It’s as if my presence is something off-putting, something that doesn’t quite belong.
Yet, despite all of this, my brain refuses to completely give in. It’s like there’s a tiny, desperate sliver of hope buried somewhere deep inside me, trying to convince me that maybe I’m not as ugly as I think I am. Maybe people don’t actually see me the way I assume they do. Maybe I do have some worth or some kind of appeal.
It's like its a coping mecahnism for my brain to convince me not to kill myself.
Yet, despite all of this, my brain refuses to completely give in. It’s like there’s a tiny, desperate sliver of hope buried somewhere deep inside me, trying to convince me that maybe I’m not as ugly as I think I am. Maybe people don’t actually see me the way I assume they do. Maybe I do have some worth or some kind of appeal.
It's like its a coping mecahnism for my brain to convince me not to kill myself.
