I think I have finally reached the point where my hair loss is so bad that I can no longer effectively hide it.
this means that my self-esteem is shot. it means that I can’t even create the illusion of an okay looking person, and everything that goes with that.
and as I have said before, that means I can’t be happy. at all. that’s it, for the rest of my life.
I was so supposed to be seeing this girl I’ve been talking to this coming weekend, but I will have to cancel that.
the weather is so beautiful this month, but it will pass me by like all other summers since my early twenties.
feels completely pointless rambling on. that’s it, in all aspects of my life. I’m stuck like this until I die. which I would just skip to today, if I wasn’t terrified of dying and so desperate to be alive and happy.
this will seem over the top. people might respond in ways that suggest there is hope for me, but there isn’t.