I used to be a normal child, and until i was like 10 i was fairly well envolved with people of my age, then puberty passed over my face like a truck, made my lips hideously big ugly, give me a barrel shotgun nose without a tip and then my life was turned over.
Everytime i try to interact with people the 99% of the times they responded brutally for me, as the time passed i always expected the worst of them and i started to stop caring less and less about others, their feelings, all their happy existence, until finally i was unable to empatize with any at all.
One time in 6 grade a roastie of my class started to cry because his granma died, i was forced to get out of the classroom because the situation was hilarious to me, this cunt was a young stacy that treated me like trash, so why i should have care? i feel it was wrong but seeing another human suffering was lifefuel for me in that hell, another time was in high school when this pretty boy collapsed because the teacher started to reaproched him the fact that he don't do his homeworks, i keep my head down because i was smilling like a retard without any capacity to stop.
There's also the time when i was in my dad's car and i see how a men got smashed in an accident, my dad reacted dramatically but i simply don't cared at all, lols, i think his leg still continues to fly to iceland to this day.
I don't even cared about the little friends i struggled to gain, i don't gived a shit about them at any moment, but i think this is fine and they don't noticed it because my uglyness made me that "ugly friend that is just around to made us feel better" so i don't think they cared.
Everytime i try to interact with people the 99% of the times they responded brutally for me, as the time passed i always expected the worst of them and i started to stop caring less and less about others, their feelings, all their happy existence, until finally i was unable to empatize with any at all.
One time in 6 grade a roastie of my class started to cry because his granma died, i was forced to get out of the classroom because the situation was hilarious to me, this cunt was a young stacy that treated me like trash, so why i should have care? i feel it was wrong but seeing another human suffering was lifefuel for me in that hell, another time was in high school when this pretty boy collapsed because the teacher started to reaproched him the fact that he don't do his homeworks, i keep my head down because i was smilling like a retard without any capacity to stop.
There's also the time when i was in my dad's car and i see how a men got smashed in an accident, my dad reacted dramatically but i simply don't cared at all, lols, i think his leg still continues to fly to iceland to this day.
I don't even cared about the little friends i struggled to gain, i don't gived a shit about them at any moment, but i think this is fine and they don't noticed it because my uglyness made me that "ugly friend that is just around to made us feel better" so i don't think they cared.
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