You motivate yourself, everything is fine. You do not care about your appearance. Your friendship relationships, which started a little harder, started with your friends getting used to you. You act like life isnt that hard. But there comes a moment when you realize that you're not one of your friends, who you think you don't have any difference with. It fucking hurts to remember that you're so ugly and still too ugly to see someone you like a lot (even if she doesn't know it - because you think your love might bother her) and someone you haven't seen in a long time. And it is certainly not understandable without being ugly. Don't deny it, even the most secure person in the world. Being ugly affects human life negatively. The inside of the ugly man is also prone to ugliness. Because people are always in this expectation, and maybe something you do well-intentioned is interpreted as bad. Even if the same thing is done by a beautiful person, it is not a bad thing. An ugly person is the same as a child is constantly humiliated, but not obvious, and as a result takes his place in life as an inferior and loveless individual. An ugly person is constantly struggling with them. He tries to be so good that sometimes he even volunteers to fool himself. The idea that his presence disturbs people always drives him around. It's a wound that won't close. The only consolation is to believe that there is another life after death. Which is a fucking fairytale.
