I know I'm not that ugly. But let's face it: I'm screwed. I studied so hard and worked so hard to improve the way I dress. I read the bloody Economist and am very well versed in the arts, literature, film, etc. I speak four languages. But I'm useless and horridly plain. I'm stuck depending on the kindness of others to love me. Every time I look at my face in my mirror, I feel like I dying and I just want to break the mirror and forget I exist. I know biology have cursed me forever, and don't you say that one day "the right man," will find you. Sure, but I'm not allowed to be choosy at all. Why bother? Why I am alive if I'm so undesirable to men? I don't care if they're not classically attractive, only thin, and from a good family and well-educated--as I am. I actually find Tom Hanks-type guys very attractive.
I live by a river, and sometimes I just feel like pulling an Ophelia and well you know...
2007-11-28
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Carolina P
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