I'm an ugly hideous monster. From the very beginning, people have harassed and attacked me every single day. I've been stripped of my humanity, reduced to something less than human. No one sees me as a person with feelings, dreams, or compassion. Instead, everyone treats me like a hideous monster that can and should be mercilessly tormented. In the eyes of society, this is even a good thing. When someone makes me suffer, I bet they feel like they've just done justice or made the world better. That's right, because I committed the crime of being born very ugly. I know I shouldn't have ever existed.
In this world, I am the evil, all because I happen to look hideous. Once, I used to dream of being normal looking, of enjoying life and having everything that normal people do. But now, I have no such desire. I don't want to be alive in this world. I've been bullied and abused so much, and trust me, it never gets better. I can't ignore it. It's like having a wound that keeps getting torn open, over and over. It only ever gets worse.
The few times I've reached out for help, I've been met with indifference or even more cruelty. The loneliness is suffocating. Dreams of a better life, of companionship and happiness, have long since died. My spirit is broken, there is no hope left. This relentless torment has stripped me of my will to live. I've been living in hell for the past 20 years, and now, it's time to find my release, to break free from this endless cycle of suffering.
I am the blight upon this earth, the grotesque shadow that stains every corner of my existence. People recoil in horror at my presence, and I can't blame them. I am a walking reminder of everything that is wrong, a monstrosity that should never been created. My existence is a curse, not just for me, but for everyone who lays eyes on me. They see me as the embodiment of all that is hideous and wrong, and perhaps they're right. The world doesn't need such a hideous abomination like me, someone who brings nothing but discomfort and disgust. Maybe, just maybe, my absence will make the world a slightly less terrible place.
In this world, I am the evil, all because I happen to look hideous. Once, I used to dream of being normal looking, of enjoying life and having everything that normal people do. But now, I have no such desire. I don't want to be alive in this world. I've been bullied and abused so much, and trust me, it never gets better. I can't ignore it. It's like having a wound that keeps getting torn open, over and over. It only ever gets worse.
The few times I've reached out for help, I've been met with indifference or even more cruelty. The loneliness is suffocating. Dreams of a better life, of companionship and happiness, have long since died. My spirit is broken, there is no hope left. This relentless torment has stripped me of my will to live. I've been living in hell for the past 20 years, and now, it's time to find my release, to break free from this endless cycle of suffering.
I am the blight upon this earth, the grotesque shadow that stains every corner of my existence. People recoil in horror at my presence, and I can't blame them. I am a walking reminder of everything that is wrong, a monstrosity that should never been created. My existence is a curse, not just for me, but for everyone who lays eyes on me. They see me as the embodiment of all that is hideous and wrong, and perhaps they're right. The world doesn't need such a hideous abomination like me, someone who brings nothing but discomfort and disgust. Maybe, just maybe, my absence will make the world a slightly less terrible place.
