parnassius_mnemosyn
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- Jan 18, 2026
- 18
I actually have ambitions and passions in this life, I got accepted to uni and will move into a nice apartment with some roommates. There's some struggles, but honestly, not worse than the average person on this earth.
My issue is that I am an extremely ugly woman. It is so extreme that I can not enjoy anything in this life. I don't enjoy socialising, traveling, sex, nothing. I get very little happiness from my passions, but it unfortunately doesn't compare to the tremendous amount of pain my appearance subjects me to. Ive done what I can. I was very skinny at some point, and I am at a healthy weight right now. I invest in skin care. Tried eating clean. Exercising. It doesn't matter. It does not affect my bone structure. I can not afford extensive plastic surgery. If I save up, I'll be old by the time I can get something done. I'm not even sure if it would look good. I tried pushing through, but it will never stop eating me alive. I haven't been able to be out in public without tearing up and I can not focus on any goals i have in this life, I am starting to wonder what the point of having them even is. I feel like I could have enjoyed life. I don't really want to die, I realise that now. Sometimes it feels like I am being sentenced to death, even though, strictly speaking, it will be voluntary. I'd rather be dead than live a life in this form. It seems like god made me as a punishment, before I even had the chance to do anything to deserve it. I am so, so, so tired...
My issue is that I am an extremely ugly woman. It is so extreme that I can not enjoy anything in this life. I don't enjoy socialising, traveling, sex, nothing. I get very little happiness from my passions, but it unfortunately doesn't compare to the tremendous amount of pain my appearance subjects me to. Ive done what I can. I was very skinny at some point, and I am at a healthy weight right now. I invest in skin care. Tried eating clean. Exercising. It doesn't matter. It does not affect my bone structure. I can not afford extensive plastic surgery. If I save up, I'll be old by the time I can get something done. I'm not even sure if it would look good. I tried pushing through, but it will never stop eating me alive. I haven't been able to be out in public without tearing up and I can not focus on any goals i have in this life, I am starting to wonder what the point of having them even is. I feel like I could have enjoyed life. I don't really want to die, I realise that now. Sometimes it feels like I am being sentenced to death, even though, strictly speaking, it will be voluntary. I'd rather be dead than live a life in this form. It seems like god made me as a punishment, before I even had the chance to do anything to deserve it. I am so, so, so tired...
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