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I'm currently very angry for some reason, whenever this happens I instantly begin to think about things I can't change. It's pathetic. I'm acting childish getting angry and sobby over stupid shit. But still, I never wanted to be ugly or a tiny little fucking manlet than can't get respect no matter what I do. It's exhausting. I'm tired. There's no escape, there never was and never will be.
I don't even know what I'm angry about, I'm just angry. I can't fucking take this shit anymore. Christmas is literally around the corner and here I am, alone. There's no love, there never was any. Nobody ever cared. There's nothing I can do about it. Everything would be different if I was only a foot taller, it really isnt much. Or hell, what about 6 inches? So fucking what about genetics? Can't my body understand that it wouldn't be happy or have evolutionary success if I wasn't taller? It really couldn't have done something?
I can't run. I'll only find another dead end. I can't escape. What was the point of it? All of it? All the fucking hope that was shoved down my throat. It's not even about the fact i can't get a girlfriend, it's about the fact that I can't be treated like a human because of shit I can't change. People have it better than me without putting in nearly as much work as I fucking do. What if they do the work? Then they have it 100x better than before. But guess what? They can quit anytime, they're still 6 foot and attractive. Me? I'll always be an abomination.
TLDR: I'm going to do something soon, for better or for worse.
I don't even know what I'm angry about, I'm just angry. I can't fucking take this shit anymore. Christmas is literally around the corner and here I am, alone. There's no love, there never was any. Nobody ever cared. There's nothing I can do about it. Everything would be different if I was only a foot taller, it really isnt much. Or hell, what about 6 inches? So fucking what about genetics? Can't my body understand that it wouldn't be happy or have evolutionary success if I wasn't taller? It really couldn't have done something?
I can't run. I'll only find another dead end. I can't escape. What was the point of it? All of it? All the fucking hope that was shoved down my throat. It's not even about the fact i can't get a girlfriend, it's about the fact that I can't be treated like a human because of shit I can't change. People have it better than me without putting in nearly as much work as I fucking do. What if they do the work? Then they have it 100x better than before. But guess what? They can quit anytime, they're still 6 foot and attractive. Me? I'll always be an abomination.
TLDR: I'm going to do something soon, for better or for worse.
