Spent a few days with this hot and tall girl, now I’m suicidal
So recently I had the opportunity to attend a big social-debating competition. The day before the event, someone messaged me on WhatsApp probably because I was active in the group discussing the topic. It turned out to be a girl, and since it was her first competition, she asked for my help and if she could stay with me the whole time because she had social anxiety.
I met her on the first day of the competition. She was tall, even wearing heels, nearly 6 feet. She was the textbook definition of a “Stacy”: very fair, messy fringe brown hair, model-like features. She was also a bit autistic, which made her even cuter. But the second I met her, I knew she was way out of my league. I’m ugly and only 5’7.
To keep the long story short—we became good friends. We stayed together throughout the whole competition (it lasted two days), took photos together, and I asked her about her life. She said she enjoyed my company and would be a regular at competitions. Even during the competition, she was approached by 4–5 guys asking her out. Someone even wrote her a whole poem. She rejected them all, though. All the women were orbiting around her, calling her beautiful.
And all of this happened while I was with her. Every time she put on her lip gloss, she would show it to me and ask, does this look good? And I would just stare at those pink lips. I felt so broken, knowing that never in a million years would she be mine. What a curse it is to even live. After the competition, she left, thanking me.
The moment I came back, I locked myself in my room and cried for hours. Not because of her, but because of my life. I know I will never receive the kind of desire and love she gets, and I’ll never have someone like her. What’s the use of my ugly fate? What wrong have I done? It’s been two days, and I’m still not over it. I don’t know, bros. I’m feeling very suicidal. Is there even a point to living if you can’t get what you desire?
I met her on the first day of the competition. She was tall, even wearing heels, nearly 6 feet. She was the textbook definition of a “Stacy”: very fair, messy fringe brown hair, model-like features. She was also a bit autistic, which made her even cuter. But the second I met her, I knew she was way out of my league. I’m ugly and only 5’7.
To keep the long story short—we became good friends. We stayed together throughout the whole competition (it lasted two days), took photos together, and I asked her about her life. She said she enjoyed my company and would be a regular at competitions. Even during the competition, she was approached by 4–5 guys asking her out. Someone even wrote her a whole poem. She rejected them all, though. All the women were orbiting around her, calling her beautiful.
And all of this happened while I was with her. Every time she put on her lip gloss, she would show it to me and ask, does this look good? And I would just stare at those pink lips. I felt so broken, knowing that never in a million years would she be mine. What a curse it is to even live. After the competition, she left, thanking me.
The moment I came back, I locked myself in my room and cried for hours. Not because of her, but because of my life. I know I will never receive the kind of desire and love she gets, and I’ll never have someone like her. What’s the use of my ugly fate? What wrong have I done? It’s been two days, and I’m still not over it. I don’t know, bros. I’m feeling very suicidal. Is there even a point to living if you can’t get what you desire?
