Everyday there is for me a constant battle to get up and look past my receded hairline. But it just comes back and the stress and pain is there. Its just like a burden you hold that prevents you from enjoying many aspects of life or that which completely ruins it. As a result my romantic and emotional parts of my life have been warped and has become stagnated in a childish manner. My intellectual life has become restricted and confined into introversion. My motivation to socialize has been removed.
There is only that remainder of me that constantly wants a normal hairline and to have symmetry. This addiction to symmetry is bothersome and this egotistical and superficial need for symmetry drives me into gloom. I can only say that I cant bare facing those moments where people look at me like wtf is wrong with your head. Its those memories that makes me paranoid and brings depression. I cant face that rejection based simply on my image.
There is only that remainder of me that constantly wants a normal hairline and to have symmetry. This addiction to symmetry is bothersome and this egotistical and superficial need for symmetry drives me into gloom. I can only say that I cant bare facing those moments where people look at me like wtf is wrong with your head. Its those memories that makes me paranoid and brings depression. I cant face that rejection based simply on my image.