I get asked out all the time. I get complimented all the time. Maybe I am as beautiful as they say.
I can’t see it. I still want to die for what I believe are valid reasons. Who cares if I’m attractive? It doesn’t make life worth living.
Don’t wish yourself skinny. Don’t wish yourself beautiful. It doesn’t change a thing.
- Customers: Are these socks/shoes unisex?
- Me: They go on your feet, not your genitalia.
My idea of a holiday is a coma.
I just feel like god keeps picking on me.
I better be going to heaven after this.
Because this shit is fucked.