I don’t think I’ll post this; just hide this in drafts for whenever

I admit the illusion is already fading, though, there’s this odd satisfaction i feel with the thought

I forget exactly the plot, though, there was this Manga or something adjacent where the MC saw everyone as disgusting flesh monsters, bar his true love, which if i remember correctly, was fucking vile

Kinda like shallow hal, in a more extreme & wired way that only those exposed to that amount of radiation could produce…

I can’t remember…

It doesn’t matter

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The thought i had is that, I’ve always … been told how “handsome” i am. Pretty eyes, beautiful hair, a cute nose…etc.

And yet,  I’ve always felt oddly…ugly

It probably affected my confidence more than I had ever been willing to admit.

Boys experience body dismorphia, too…

Though, that’s not really the point. This is a post about turning “lemons into lemonade”. Putting a positive spin on it, i wanna bring up the “game” I mentioned not too long ago, about how i like to pretend that I trade my eyes with my ones I truly love.

The somewhat bizarre fantasy is the idea the only reason that, when i look in the mirror, I see a “10” is because my wife is looking through my eyes in that moment, and that,  “upon reflection, it’s actually 01″…

Thanks random YouTube commenter. I almost wish I could give you credit, though i don’t waste time on internet randos anymore; “No Hard Feelings”… I’m sure you’re a cool dude

[“Dude” is gender neutral]

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By the way, let’s just say this is unrelated…

I remember reading a story about Billie …