
slavic.cel
Iron
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I am a sub 6’, subhuman face, micropenis mentally ill voicecel but somehow my stupid fucking brain has lately been getting the idea that I am worth something, that just MAYBE someone on this planet will love me. I tried to look at myself in the mirror as much as possible and convince myself this is just fantasy but when that wasn’t working a decided to draw myself to truly feel the weight of all my flaws. I might now feel sick to my stomach and on the verge of tears but safe to say I now feel a long lost clarity. That no matter how much of a loving and caring being I am, I was never meant to receive love. I was never meant to feel the warmth of another person’s body, to hear their caring words of reassurance in my ear telling me I am enough, for my lover to look at me with such deep affection that they won’t ever look at another person with. My genes have been my downfall, it was literally over from the start. I can now slave away for years on some dogshit part time job to afford surgeries that most likely won’t fix my issue or just give up on ever being loved and, for me, that is the same as accepting death. To live my life stranded alone on the empty coast of my misery is like not living at all.
Here are the drawings for you to make fun of
Yes I just traced my face
Here are the drawings for you to make fun of
Yes I just traced my face
