Do you ever just observe the life beautiful people have? A chad or a Stacy you knew from school on social media or something and see how much they live in absolute paradise. They will never know the pure suffering we have purely because of their birthrite, they didn't have to do anything, they were born into a good life. A life in which they are genuinely wanted, craved by the world. Then you have to come to terms with the fact that this will never be you, I will never be someone that's lusted over, who people are biologically inclined to like. These people probably half the time don't realise how good they have it - they probably think that people are good and nice pr that there's something special about them that wasn't genetically handed to them that attracts just about everyone.
How am I even the same species as these people? How is it fair that I have to exist on a planet where Chads and Stacies exist looking like I do. I will never know true love, genuine love, someone who wants to be with me because when they see me they are filled with butterflies. I will never have someone find me beautiful, even if I do ascend, and I know this to be 100% true. I will never live that life that people are blessed with merely by existing where everything is virtually handed to them on a silver platter for their very existence. I will never be able to look in the mirror, and be proud of what I see. Look in the mirror without feeling nauseous and it kills me. I can't express how much this feeling is eating away at every fibre of my being inside, it has been like this ever since I was 5 years old when I started to recognise just how subhuman I am.
Do you ever just compare your life to that of an attractive person and just collapse right then in there in tears or if you're apathetic not even that, just sitting there stunned. The lack of opportunities, the lack of happiness, the lack of touch that I am plagued with, that I've been plagued with for years and because of what? The bone structure I was born with that I can't get rid of. My disgusting fucking face, my disgusting fucking body.
I am in a flesh prison, that's all I am. A flesh prison that I can't escape. I want to escape
How am I even the same species as these people? How is it fair that I have to exist on a planet where Chads and Stacies exist looking like I do. I will never know true love, genuine love, someone who wants to be with me because when they see me they are filled with butterflies. I will never have someone find me beautiful, even if I do ascend, and I know this to be 100% true. I will never live that life that people are blessed with merely by existing where everything is virtually handed to them on a silver platter for their very existence. I will never be able to look in the mirror, and be proud of what I see. Look in the mirror without feeling nauseous and it kills me. I can't express how much this feeling is eating away at every fibre of my being inside, it has been like this ever since I was 5 years old when I started to recognise just how subhuman I am.
Do you ever just compare your life to that of an attractive person and just collapse right then in there in tears or if you're apathetic not even that, just sitting there stunned. The lack of opportunities, the lack of happiness, the lack of touch that I am plagued with, that I've been plagued with for years and because of what? The bone structure I was born with that I can't get rid of. My disgusting fucking face, my disgusting fucking body.
I am in a flesh prison, that's all I am. A flesh prison that I can't escape. I want to escape
