I have to accept...I'm never going to be the sort of person people smile upon seeing. I'm not cute, nor is it likely I'll ever make myself over into someone who is; I'm probably going to die looking much as I look now, a saggy, paunchy, white-male-looking sack of mealy potatoes. I'm likely already closer to the end of my life than its beginning. I'm not witty in a way that excites warm feelings and fellowship. I'm not weird in a way that excites unusual interests or passions.
(-) Afficher plus
@kara_dreamer much, much empathy. I get similar thoughts on a fairly regular basis--if you ever see me growfing about "not being one of the cool kids," that's what I'm on about. for me, it's definitely a depressive distortion. I hope your bad feelings alleviate soon, and I'd still like to meet you (once it stops being ridiculously hot). :]