29 years old
Alone, unattractive.
Just walked home through dark streets.
No worries-Im that unpretty.
Unpretty. Ugly.
The dark is made for the un-beautiful; but I have yet to develop the talent of social interaction, of manipulating the dark to my advantage. I run, I hide, I hide away.
Im drunk. I don't like myself. Argh.
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