Well she can't have it, I've grown attached to it and it has sentimental value. Life's so much easier not worrying about relationships. I don't feel obligated to actually talk to anyone or even look their direction... well unless they're beautiful because it's beautiful people's club etiquette that must be strictly maintained.
[ASHLEY] again Bear: (pic)
You know, when I was hideously under weight with bad hair, dubious fashion sense and poor hygiene habbits, people would see me coming and go out of their way not to look at me or even scowl.
I had roommates during the t.ra.n.sition to beautiful, when I actually started to care about these things. One of my roommates was a girl and she was polite but as I tr.an.sitioned all of a sudden all her girlfriends started hanging out and kept inviting me to go out with them (group), and I did, me and three or four college girls out on the town, their treat. You see, when you're in the club, girls simp for you. Makes you wonder how I got depressed, well because my live in gf broke up with me and I kind of had zero self-esteem after that. Well I had zero time for her, so... Sounds silly now. But the depression itself then dredged up everything that ever happened in my life to torment me. Luckily that shit ended when I... started to rely on 3 or more beautiful headmates doting over me. Funny how that worked out. She ruined be though, it turned out well though. Couldn't be happier.
