No matter what they say

I am sick of being ugly.
Quite a lame thing to say I think you’ll agree but I just can’t stand my irritating face today. Those eyes stare back at me without a clue. The hair makes all the effort not to co-operate. The spots continue to multiply. Sometimes I think my body is conspiring against me. We should be helping each other out but instead my body, and in particular , my face just wants to bail out and put the worst show on possible.
I saw, perhaps, the most beautiful girl ever today and I wouldn’t have a chance. And sure I felt disappointed at this fact but I wasn’t too bothered because this girl looked asif she’d walked straight out of a magazine.
But then I started to scope girls I know, girls I knew and girls and I’d just seen.
And the results were not very encouraging. None of them would even look twice at me.
I kept seeing my reflection and thinking “This can’t be what I look like.”
Haha. It’s quite humorous when I think about it. You know, quite humorous in a break your heart kind of way.
I found this picture of me when I was 18 and I though “Hmmmm.”
YOU UGLY SHIT….NO WONDER YOU DO NOT HAVE A GIRLFRIEND.
And then I burnt the picture.
I’ll get over it though, when I’m dead probably.