No girl has looked at me twice, I am undesireable and unloveable, and there are only rare moments in my life where I feel okay when I look at myself, in a certain mirror, at a certain angle with a certain lighting. I think I look good, but it fades when I truly think about it, when i think about the lack of attention, the complete absence of validation from others. If i'm so funny and so good-looking, then why have a slept alone in my room every night of my life? The realisation that those fleeting moments of confidence are simply COPING mechanism, due to my denial of living the life of an UGLY, UNWANTED man. 
