It was about a year ago my baldness got to the point I had to use a clippers and buzz my head down, I still don't recognise myself in the mirror. I cannot ****ing believe I am going to be a bald freak for the next 50 years till I croak. What is the point of that? The man I was is dead. Doesn't exist anymore. If I wear clothes I wore just 18 months ago I look like a 45 year old loser wearing young people clothes.
I would rather I had just died young and never had to experience this honestly. I'm not afraid of dying at all because it's just a few minutes of pain and that's it; I don't care at all about quantity of life, it's all about quality to me. I would rather be someone who aged well up to 35 and then died suddenly of a heart attack than be what I am: a guy in his twenties condemned to live an undignified life for the next half a century.
I just think for all of us here who went bald young: We never had a chance, did we?