When I see other people, I feel like I can still find the beauty in them; even despite any human flaw they still seem "alive" in a way.
Even with supposed saints and other incels, they are flawed but in the sense that feels as though it aligns with nature, and in a way I struggle to register that I am supposed to notice them as 'flaws'
I can't find that in myself, I don't seem human in my eyes; my features are aligned in a way that feels like it should make sense but gives me an utter alien feeling.
I don't like anything about myself at all, I hate it all and want to fucking blow my head off in pure disgust.
It doesn't matter how much I try it's all the same, fuck
typing this in the middle of my break
Even with supposed saints and other incels, they are flawed but in the sense that feels as though it aligns with nature, and in a way I struggle to register that I am supposed to notice them as 'flaws'
I can't find that in myself, I don't seem human in my eyes; my features are aligned in a way that feels like it should make sense but gives me an utter alien feeling.
I don't like anything about myself at all, I hate it all and want to fucking blow my head off in pure disgust.
It doesn't matter how much I try it's all the same, fuck
typing this in the middle of my break
