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Just reassuring unattractiveness.
I know that I'm unattractive. I've known for as long as I can remember.
It was very hard to grasp for a long time, but I got over it.
It's not just my personality - socially awkward, abrasive, bossy, conceited - it's... everything.
I'm just not attractive.
A really big part of it is the fact that I'm gay.
I suppose that I might be attractive to some people, just not anyone that I have a chance with.
Or maybe I am just extremely unattractive.
Don't even act like you don't know; I'm sure you've called me horrible, hateful names before (whether to my face or behind my back) - everyone has.
The worst part isn't even the fact that I'm unattractive.
It's the uncertainty.
There's nothing worse than hoping that - for once - someone will find a way to see past the exterior, and maybe even find something worth LOVING in there.
And then it's snatched away from you.
BAM!
And suddenly, you remember that your just some ugly, acne-covered, hideous inside-and-out freak.
So, instead of toying with the impossible idea of being found attractive, I remove all doubt.
I tear into my own flesh.
I relish in knowing that all of my foundation is running with my tears, and that my face is turning blotchy red.
I feel relief with knowing for sure that no one could sure care about someone who is so mutilated (inside and out).
All I'm doing is giving myself comfort.
I'm far too (seemingly) confident to lose composure for even a moment - to question the base of my existence.
All I'm doing is reassuring what I already know is true.
I'm making sure that there is absolutely no question now.
I'm hideous, inside and out.
I'm completely unattractive... for sure.
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