PrematureFailure
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I am ugly due to major facial asymmetries . This is retarded because I didn’t have any visible asymmetries as a child. I had friends, I created circles of friends (which was easy) and they adored me. In fact, I was surrounded by girls in my youth. I even had girls go up to my door and ask to take selfies with me. It’s fucking infuriating thinking about the life that was given to me only for some unexplainable event to completely reshape it from heaven to hell.
How do I know if I wasn’t meant to turn out ugly? My twin. A mirror of what my life could’ve been hovering around me in my youth constantly tormenting my being by getting the attention I craved within my teen years. I have seen women go up to him, call him cute, and ask for his number. Every time I think about it makes me recoil and want to vomit ofc.
My facial asymmetry which I can only assume came to be due to untreated nerve damage or fractures (plagiocephaly is off the list) is giving me countless problems like TMJ, a crooked nose, an enlarged eye, etc. My parents are too retarded and bluepilled to offer any meaningful advice and do not support any surgeries.
I will live a life of endless solitude and misery if I do not do anything. It shouldn’t have ever turned out the way it did, but hopefully with some strategical manipulation I can ascend to what was really supposed to be how things should’ve gone and have my life back and my misery wained.
My life now is of constant solitude. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I can’t stop reminiscing about what could’ve been, the nightmare fuel that continues to build upon itself, the emotional underdevelopment that will probably wreck any chance of financial success by sabotaging any opportunity that arises. I don’t want to say it’s over. I want the irrational feeling hope gives me. I want to see the cringeworthy agony to end and somehow revert to my previous level of symmetry but the damage has already been done. The damage that’s been caused from my untreated injuries have elongated my face, has made some areas numb and unable to move and the others I have previously mentioned.
I’m getting pain too, but that should be reserved for another post. Every aspect of life has degraded and I cannot cope. My little hope I had for a recovery has been extinguished.
How do I know if I wasn’t meant to turn out ugly? My twin. A mirror of what my life could’ve been hovering around me in my youth constantly tormenting my being by getting the attention I craved within my teen years. I have seen women go up to him, call him cute, and ask for his number. Every time I think about it makes me recoil and want to vomit ofc.
My facial asymmetry which I can only assume came to be due to untreated nerve damage or fractures (plagiocephaly is off the list) is giving me countless problems like TMJ, a crooked nose, an enlarged eye, etc. My parents are too retarded and bluepilled to offer any meaningful advice and do not support any surgeries.
I will live a life of endless solitude and misery if I do not do anything. It shouldn’t have ever turned out the way it did, but hopefully with some strategical manipulation I can ascend to what was really supposed to be how things should’ve gone and have my life back and my misery wained.
My life now is of constant solitude. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I can’t stop reminiscing about what could’ve been, the nightmare fuel that continues to build upon itself, the emotional underdevelopment that will probably wreck any chance of financial success by sabotaging any opportunity that arises. I don’t want to say it’s over. I want the irrational feeling hope gives me. I want to see the cringeworthy agony to end and somehow revert to my previous level of symmetry but the damage has already been done. The damage that’s been caused from my untreated injuries have elongated my face, has made some areas numb and unable to move and the others I have previously mentioned.
I’m getting pain too, but that should be reserved for another post. Every aspect of life has degraded and I cannot cope. My little hope I had for a recovery has been extinguished.





