The most devastated part of my day is when I wake up.

Every night I’m like “Well, that sucked, but tomorrow is a new day. Be positive, maybe something will improve.” Then I wake up. I look in the mirror and at my unmatched face. I’m devastated. The first thought is “How am I ever going to make it through this world? I didn’t ask for this. Why does this have to be me? Why are there people who are so beautiful, so smart, so socially calibrated and gifted. Do they ever think about us? Think about the unwanted, the unattractive and socially stupid? I didn’t ask for this. I don’t want this. How am I supposed to do this? With 300 dollar dentures that don’t even help, acne scars, and a unmatched face. I hate my teeth. I hate my unmatched face. I hate this. It’s 7 am. I don’t want to do anything but stay in bed. I don’t want to be a burden.