Spoiler: this article contains winging,desperatism, self~destructive sentences..
Me , failed.
I am so tired of trying to making happy and satisfied the men whom are already in pain of being rejected by a beautiful woman who reminds me and reveals that I am ugly.
I don’t know how long I have been involved this circle. But I think since I was in kindergarden and the boy I like confess his very berry his first love for the most beautiful girl in the class.
Since that moment all the guys I like and the guy I love him pointed my class of beauty to me.
A third class ticket to love.
If I am lucky enough I can watch the first class attendees behind the window and adore them…
Again the scenario was not a surprised. The guy I have been flirting and really like him was in love pain…
And he say in sum I am fat and not beautiful but noticeable among the crowd and also sexy due to my big breasts.
Which means you are fuckable but definitely not loveable.
A mistress for first class love. My role.
A mistress who is the weirdo of the first class love a misinterpreted piece for the puzzle or a fake Louis vitton bag on an arm of a shanty town girl…
I am ugly.
Nobody will love me.
Cure: watch downton Abbey accompanied by dilmah English breakfast tea . Exceptional.
Fake hours to feel special as if I am exceptional for someone else.
Creating a day dream habitat with the help of inspirational downtown Abbey