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sub5dehumanizedince
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I’m a 19 yr old 5’5 truecel. I’ve spent a majority of my life behind a screen and have fucked up every opportunity given to me. I was relentlessly bullied from 8th - 10th grade for being chubby. I ended up starvemaxxing n 100% stunted my growth.
I started breaking out sophomore year and absolutely fucked my skin over by using random shit on my face, it looks as though someone dragged a cheese grater on my face. I avoided mirrors for a year and a half, and if I did come face to face with one, i’d immediately get urges to hurt myself. Due to my skin and shitty stature I believed I had to “look my part.” I never socialized, even if we had a lot in common, and if I did it’d be with people who were also genetically inferior. I would come home and cry due to the unwanted isolation. That last month of high school, everyone was going out daily with their friends while i rotted at home, gooned, and watched their posts/stories in envy. I remember being in a class alone and the teacher asked if I had any friends to hang with so she could leave. I got up, signed myself out, walked home, smoked weed on my rooftop then contemplated on whether I should kill myself. 1st month into the semester of uni i was at a party, my friend approached this ltb (body halo) and told her I found her attractive. She gagged and said ew, I wasn’t phased because I’d do the same.
While working at a drugstore I’ve had an older women tell me about this supplement that’d help with my skin then said “i know you’re suffering, im so sorry baby.” I wanted to slam my head against the wall till I could no longer recognize myself.
The genetic inferiority never ends. I am now norwooding and my dumb ass dermatologist doesn’t wanna prescribe me finasteride. I will be bald, short, and acne-scarred. All while working in a destined 10x10 cubicle with no family, no wife, and no friends.
The probability of killing myself is far higher than ever finding intimacy. Not out of pity, but because someone truly saw me. Heard me. Wanted me. I don’t crave sex. I yearn for genuine connection. I want to feel human.
Being ugly and nd is so fucking brutal.
I started breaking out sophomore year and absolutely fucked my skin over by using random shit on my face, it looks as though someone dragged a cheese grater on my face. I avoided mirrors for a year and a half, and if I did come face to face with one, i’d immediately get urges to hurt myself. Due to my skin and shitty stature I believed I had to “look my part.” I never socialized, even if we had a lot in common, and if I did it’d be with people who were also genetically inferior. I would come home and cry due to the unwanted isolation. That last month of high school, everyone was going out daily with their friends while i rotted at home, gooned, and watched their posts/stories in envy. I remember being in a class alone and the teacher asked if I had any friends to hang with so she could leave. I got up, signed myself out, walked home, smoked weed on my rooftop then contemplated on whether I should kill myself. 1st month into the semester of uni i was at a party, my friend approached this ltb (body halo) and told her I found her attractive. She gagged and said ew, I wasn’t phased because I’d do the same.
While working at a drugstore I’ve had an older women tell me about this supplement that’d help with my skin then said “i know you’re suffering, im so sorry baby.” I wanted to slam my head against the wall till I could no longer recognize myself.
The genetic inferiority never ends. I am now norwooding and my dumb ass dermatologist doesn’t wanna prescribe me finasteride. I will be bald, short, and acne-scarred. All while working in a destined 10x10 cubicle with no family, no wife, and no friends.
The probability of killing myself is far higher than ever finding intimacy. Not out of pity, but because someone truly saw me. Heard me. Wanted me. I don’t crave sex. I yearn for genuine connection. I want to feel human.
Being ugly and nd is so fucking brutal.
