TomathonClancy
Ugly Curry
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- May 1, 2018
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It never will. I was born an ugly Indian, I'll die an ugly Indian, and at the end of the day no amount of cope will fix that. I'll die alone, with no one, because no one wants to be seen near me. I'm a failure and my very existence haunts me. Every time something goes right in my life immediately after something 10 times worse comes my way. I can't make progress, because you can't fix your genetics.
I'll die one day, and I'll never be remembered. I'll be another particle of dust in the universe that no one could even be paid to bother noticing. I'm useless, ugly, and do not deserve to live. The only thing keeping me alive, aside from getting a job to support my parents, is religion. Call it a cope, I'll call it a reason to live. The only place I can feel calm any more is when I'm doing something religious like praying at the Mosque.
I'll die one day, and I'll never be remembered. I'll be another particle of dust in the universe that no one could even be paid to bother noticing. I'm useless, ugly, and do not deserve to live. The only thing keeping me alive, aside from getting a job to support my parents, is religion. Call it a cope, I'll call it a reason to live. The only place I can feel calm any more is when I'm doing something religious like praying at the Mosque.