Sleepycell
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I spend my entire day daydreaming about what my life would be like if I were born attractive. I imagine all the happy memories and good experiences I would have had. But alas, it's just a daydream. It's not reality, and this fact truly pains me. When I think about how I really am, I realize how miserable and pathetic my life truly is. I feel like I can never achieve the things I want due to my looks. I often think about death and the afterlife as my main coping mechanism because I have completely given up on this life. At least the new world order will start World War III soon, which oddly brings me some semblance of happiness. I would gladly be nuked or die on the front lines, as I have nothing left to lose anymore.