In my daydreams I'm not a pussy-slaying chad. I daydream about me being an autistic good-looking volcel that rejects femoids lusting after me. I think this is because it's easier to imagine oneself as good-looking rather than having a good personality. You can't forget that you have a bad personality (because it even affects the way you think), but as long as you're not looking into a mirror you sometimes forget about the single most important thing in life: Looks.
Then I snap back to reality and remember that all my approaches were fruitless. Mom's spaghetti.
Then I snap back to reality and remember that all my approaches were fruitless. Mom's spaghetti.
