Forever Alone.

I'm not handsome. Nobody likes me.

Dysphoria.

It's been 17 years and I'm still dead alone. FOREVER ALONE? I can't even write the most depressing lines anymore. I live alone. No one to linger to. No one to talk to when I'm depressed. Yeah. I admit. I'm freaking hideous in every point. I can't even say any figurative speech. It's damn pointless. If only the word love did not exist in the first place.