I’m not a pretty man I get that all the caring I do and chivalry in the world will never change that. I am not attractive, never have been never will be. I have to live with that. That constant knowledge makes me nervous to talk to anyone knowing all I will get is rejection because there’s always going to be the guy prettier than me. So I dont care, I dont try. I live with it. I take pictures of people on their happiest day I see them filled with joy and I guess thats enough as long as others are happy mine can be spared. I dont know, I’ll probably just delete this I hate bitching online about my problems.
The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts: therefore, guard accordingly, and take care that you entertain no notions unsuitable to virtue and reasonable nature.
Been up since 2am must stay up till at least 2am. But how?
Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.
Today was my last day off till sometime in early December. Yeah capitalism.