I went to the mall today to get some clothes and I see nothing but goodlooking people, everywhere. I was the ugliest subhuman in the mall. Everywhere I looked: high cheekbones, sculpted jaws, wide protruding chins. Things I could only dream of having.
While in a Footlocker store, I picked out some all black shoes. The female assistant, "Debra", around early 30s, nasolabial folds forming, blonde, 4/10 in looks, asked if I needed any help. I told her which ones I liked and my shoe size. She called for another assistant to come out onto the shop floor while she would go round the back and look for the shoes.
Fcking lol. The female assistant that came out from the back was a eurasian jailbait with a nice ass. She was a personal 9/10. She legit looked like this:
She came out onto the shop floor, looked at me for a split second then immediately looked away. My subhumanity was so off the charts that she the only way she could continue to lead a normal life without seeing therapists is if my image wasn't burned into her memory. Squeamish people look at GORE longer.
The 4/10 came out with the shoes. The 9/10 disappeared round the back again. I tried the shoes on and decided I liked another pair. The 4/10 said she would go get a pair in my size. She called out for the 9/10 again. My heart skipped a beat. I did not want to see her again.
I just KNEW that she wish I had died in a bus crash. She wishes I had brain cancer. I just know that she despises the fact that Iam breathing the same air that she is.
Later, when walking around, I noticed that women were doing their best to avoid looking at me. An anorexic woman, coming towards me in the opposite direction, stared left into a CAKE SHOP rather than look at my ass. Women would jaywalk to avoid being on the same side of the road as me. It was like I had "BUBONIC PLAGUE" written on my forehead.
I can't take much more of this.