Ark
I just don't trust ppl.
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I find myself consumed by the desire to become attractive.
To bask in the warmth of admiration rather than the looks of disgust,
If only I were attractive, perhaps i wouldn't feel worthless
If i was attractive i wouldn't felt depressed and suicidal
The relentless tug of depression and thoughts of self-harm
The idea of being attractive feels like a beacon of hope, a salvation from the relentless cycle of despair.
A belief that nothing else can rescue me but a drastic transformation in my appearance.
Yet, amidst the despair, there's an underlying determination, a flicker of hope urging me to take action, to strive for that standard of beauty.
Your appearance is the only thing that matters now.
Nothing can save you at this point than drastically improving your looks.
To bask in the warmth of admiration rather than the looks of disgust,
If only I were attractive, perhaps i wouldn't feel worthless
If i was attractive i wouldn't felt depressed and suicidal
The relentless tug of depression and thoughts of self-harm
The idea of being attractive feels like a beacon of hope, a salvation from the relentless cycle of despair.
A belief that nothing else can rescue me but a drastic transformation in my appearance.
Yet, amidst the despair, there's an underlying determination, a flicker of hope urging me to take action, to strive for that standard of beauty.
Your appearance is the only thing that matters now.
Nothing can save you at this point than drastically improving your looks.
