Not sad, but something similar, maybe? Like, not down, but... bah. I don’t even know—I’m just making a fool of myself trying to explain it. I’ll stop.
Haha, I know. I just don't know what it means to respect yourself.
I know the feeling
What does it mean to respect yourself? How do I do that?
That seems to be all that lowlifes need.
wut
Everybody's happy!
That wouldn’t make any sense.
Plastic surgery.
I’ve thought about it every day, and get angry at myself when I realize it isn’t finished. Soon. Just as soon as I acquire the correct tools for the job.
