My life sucks, I’m lost, I’m empty

[Dingo]

This all began with the idea that if I fix my face, my life would finally open up. So I worked while others rested, optimized while others lived as I slowly become someone more acceptable to look at. But nothing else changed. I still feel empty in my shell as my identity shrinks until it’s nothing more than the next fix, the next flaw to hunt. Sometimes I distance myself from people, not because I dislike them, but because I have this feeling that I’m better off alone because people don’t even try to know me for me, and they just look at the facade that I put in front with the slim hope that it pleases them, but most of the time I fail and I get left out. I’m jealous of people who live a carefree life.

I don’t even see food like I used to, all I see are numbers. Every mirror I look at, I stop, I analyze my flaws, sometimes I tear up, sometimes I cry. Endless days into calculations and adjusting lighting, angles, posture, timing, all just to cope. I face the mirror and recognize my flaws and structures, the improvements needed to be done.

But somehow the person staring back at me in the mirror feels unfamiliar, and that’s when it hit me…I didn’t rebuild myself to live, but I rebuilt myself to be less ashamed of living.

 

[futureschizo]

ts is philosiphical and deep

 

[hyperbeast]

Did you think this would get reps

 

[Bizygomatic]

I still feel empty in my shell as my identity shrinks until it’s nothing more than the next fix, the next flaw to hunt. Sometimes I distance myself from people, not because I dislike them, but because I have this feeling that I’m better off alone because people don’t even try to know me for me, and they just look at the facade that I put in front with the slim hope that it pleases them, but most of the time I fail and I get left out. I’m jealous of people who live a carefree life.

I don’t even see food like I used to, all I see are numbers. Every mirror I look at, I stop, I analyze my flaws, sometimes I tear up, sometimes I cry. Endless days into calculations and adjusting lighting, angles, posture, timing, all just to cope. I face the mirror and recognize my flaws and structures, the improvements needed to be done.

But somehow the person staring back at me in the mirror feels unfamiliar, and that’s when it hit me…I didn’t rebuild myself to live, but I rebuilt myself to be less ashamed of living.

It honestly feels like whatever you wrote after the first 2 sentences is a A.I response but you replaced the 'you' with 'I' to make it look like you're the one that wrote this but still, I hope it gets better for you

 

[Bizygomatic]

ts is philosiphical and deep

It honestly feels like whatever you wrote after the first 2 sentences is a A.I response but you replaced the 'you' with 'I' to make it look like you're the one that wrote this but still, I hope it gets better for you

 

[Dingo]

It honestly feels like whatever you wrote after the first 2 sentences is a A.I response but you replaced the 'you' with 'I' to make it look like you're the one that wrote this but still, I hope it gets better for you

Nope, this is actually my life, I spend every single day frauding and analyzing my flaws

 

[Bizygomatic]

Nope, this is actually my life, I spend every single day frauding and analyzing my flaws

What are your failos and what have you planned to do to try to fix them?

 

[Dingo]

What are your failos and what have you planned to do to try to fix them?

I had a underbite and a recessed maxilla when I was a kid and I got braces which I still have until now. But unfortunately I still look chopped from the side. I would say my front profile is better but people don’t see me from that angle all the time. But I’m also asymmetrical so it doesn’t matter. All I do rn is just basic skin care and lymphatic drainage as well as zygopushing as a form of my coping mechanism.

 

[hardstucklmtn]

This all began with the idea that if I fix my face, my life would finally open up. So I worked while others rested, optimized while others lived as I slowly become someone more acceptable to look at. But nothing else changed. I still feel empty in my shell as my identity shrinks until it’s nothing more than the next fix, the next flaw to hunt. Sometimes I distance myself from people, not because I dislike them, but because I have this feeling that I’m better off alone because people don’t even try to know me for me, and they just look at the facade that I put in front with the slim hope that it pleases them, but most of the time I fail and I get left out. I’m jealous of people who live a carefree life.

I don’t even see food like I used to, all I see are numbers. Every mirror I look at, I stop, I analyze my flaws, sometimes I tear up, sometimes I cry. Endless days into calculations and adjusting lighting, angles, posture, timing, all just to cope. I face the mirror and recognize my flaws and structures, the improvements needed to be done.

But somehow the person staring back at me in the mirror feels unfamiliar, and that’s when it hit me…I didn’t rebuild myself to live, but I rebuilt myself to be less ashamed of living.

Holy

 

[hardstucklmtn]

This all began with the idea that if I fix my face, my life would finally open up. So I worked while others rested, optimized while others lived as I slowly become someone more acceptable to look at. But nothing else changed. I still feel empty in my shell as my identity shrinks until it’s nothing more than the next fix, the next flaw to hunt. Sometimes I distance myself from people, not because I dislike them, but because I have this feeling that I’m better off alone because people don’t even try to know me for me, and they just look at the facade that I put in front with the slim hope that it pleases them, but most of the time I fail and I get left out. I’m jealous of people who live a carefree life.

I don’t even see food like I used to, all I see are numbers. Every mirror I look at, I stop, I analyze my flaws, sometimes I tear up, sometimes I cry. Endless days into calculations and adjusting lighting, angles, posture, timing, all just to cope. I face the mirror and recognize my flaws and structures, the improvements needed to be done.

But somehow the person staring back at me in the mirror feels unfamiliar, and that’s when it hit me…I didn’t rebuild myself to live, but I rebuilt myself to be less ashamed of living.

Bump

 

[hardstucklmtn]

This all began with the idea that if I fix my face, my life would finally open up. So I worked while others rested, optimized while others lived as I slowly become someone more acceptable to look at. But nothing else changed. I still feel empty in my shell as my identity shrinks until it’s nothing more than the next fix, the next flaw to hunt. Sometimes I distance myself from people, not because I dislike them, but because I have this feeling that I’m better off alone because people don’t even try to know me for me, and they just look at the facade that I put in front with the slim hope that it pleases them, but most of the time I fail and I get left out. I’m jealous of people who live a carefree life.

I don’t even see food like I used to, all I see are numbers. Every mirror I look at, I stop, I analyze my flaws, sometimes I tear up, sometimes I cry. Endless days into calculations and adjusting lighting, angles, posture, timing, all just to cope. I face the mirror and recognize my flaws and structures, the improvements needed to be done.

But somehow the person staring back at me in the mirror feels unfamiliar, and that’s when it hit me…I didn’t rebuild myself to live, but I rebuilt myself to be less ashamed of living.

Find purpose bhai

 

[Dingo]

Find purpose bhai

This is my purpose, I wanna be accepted for my looks, it will make my life better, more opportunities to show up

 

[Bizygomatic]

I had a underbite and a recessed maxilla when I was a kid and I got braces which I still have until now. But unfortunately I still look chopped from the side. I would say my front profile is better but people don’t see me from that angle all the time. But I’m also asymmetrical so it doesn’t matter. All I do rn is just basic skin care and lymphatic drainage as well as zygopushing as a form of my coping mechanism.

Zygo pushing... Bro, if you really want it that bad atleast start with reading the best of the best threads instead of fucking wasting your time doing bullshit.

 

[Dingo]

Zygo pushing... Bro, if you really want it that bad atleast start with reading the best of the best threads instead of fucking wasting your time doing bullshit.

That’s why I said it’s my way of coping, but yeah I’m doing my research on non-cope methods

 

[Dingo]

i plan on taking peptides as well

 

[Maxillular]

Ts edgy and tuff

 

[Ascending2Tyrone]

never enough classic

 

[ragingmanlet]

It's okay bro we know your life might suck but you don't gotta use AI and larp you can be open about it even if your writing isn't good

 

[Dingo]

It's okay bro we know your life might suck but you don't gotta use AI and larp you can be open about it even if your writing isn't good

Not a larp nor AI, this is my reality

 

[loserboy13]

This all began with the idea that if I fix my face, my life would finally open up. So I worked while others rested, optimized while others lived as I slowly become someone more acceptable to look at. But nothing else changed. I still feel empty in my shell as my identity shrinks until it’s nothing more than the next fix, the next flaw to hunt. Sometimes I distance myself from people, not because I dislike them, but because I have this feeling that I’m better off alone because people don’t even try to know me for me, and they just look at the facade that I put in front with the slim hope that it pleases them, but most of the time I fail and I get left out. I’m jealous of people who live a carefree life.

I don’t even see food like I used to, all I see are numbers. Every mirror I look at, I stop, I analyze my flaws, sometimes I tear up, sometimes I cry. Endless days into calculations and adjusting lighting, angles, posture, timing, all just to cope. I face the mirror and recognize my flaws and structures, the improvements needed to be done.

But somehow the person staring back at me in the mirror feels unfamiliar, and that’s when it hit me…I didn’t rebuild myself to live, but I rebuilt myself to be less ashamed of living.

i feel the same way my head really doesn’t feel good i don’t feel good most of the day i rot in my room i don’t feel sad or happy im just a bag of flesh and bones walking around

 

[subtierjester]

I am NOT reading this

 

[Aox Ofwar]

This all began with the idea that if I fix my face, my life would finally open up. So I worked while others rested, optimized while others lived as I slowly become someone more acceptable to look at. But nothing else changed. I still feel empty in my shell as my identity shrinks until it’s nothing more than the next fix, the next flaw to hunt. Sometimes I distance myself from people, not because I dislike them, but because I have this feeling that I’m better off alone because people don’t even try to know me for me, and they just look at the facade that I put in front with the slim hope that it pleases them, but most of the time I fail and I get left out. I’m jealous of people who live a carefree life.

I don’t even see food like I used to, all I see are numbers. Every mirror I look at, I stop, I analyze my flaws, sometimes I tear up, sometimes I cry. Endless days into calculations and adjusting lighting, angles, posture, timing, all just to cope. I face the mirror and recognize my flaws and structures, the improvements needed to be done.

But somehow the person staring back at me in the mirror feels unfamiliar, and that’s when it hit me…I didn’t rebuild myself to live, but I rebuilt myself to be less ashamed of living.

Seems like larp but I'm sorry if it isn't