I just don't grow up that much. This is the documentation of that.
Despite believing I am deformed. Despite acknowledging all social interaction under the guise of being some exception to the rules of Beauty, thus being accepted into physically normal social circles based on merit. Despite not knowing how much I gross other humans out (teeth snarl, face pinch, general lack of hygiene, not smelling well/knowing when things smell) . I am in love with myself.
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