I have very pretty friends, objectively. Notably, they all have very long, thick, shiny hair. It's like a defining feature they have. I am always the ugly friend. Always. I can look alright, but all…Continue
Cue Ball of Steel has not received any gifts yet
My level of acceptance toward the general ineptitude of my white blood cells is as inconsistent as my motivation to study.
More often than not, I could not give a fraction of a shit that my hair is basically absent. My reasoning there is mostly along the lines of "What would be different if I had it anyway?"
Looking pretty? Where does that get me? Friends? No. A job? No. A date? Maybe, but that's really not a priority at the moment due to my innate lack of skills in that…Continue