I already went from 230 down to 185 last year. I'm a lot thinner but I'm still about 20-25 pounds overweight. I used to be proud of myself. But apparently I'm still not good enough for to warrant receiving any sort of affection. I hate that I'm losing weight for a purpose so vain as hoping a woman will finally like me and not be put off by the ridiculous shell of flesh inextricably surrounding my personality, but it's a purpose nonetheless. I'm sick of it. I crave affection. Like why does it matter so much what I look like? Why can't anyone find me worth their time? And with covid, online dating is my only chance, and if I'm going to succeed in this ridiculous arena, I need to be perfect. I've been trying for fucking years. I'm over it. Desperation is my motivation. You hold me to this shit, alright?
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