One of a kind.

I am one of a kind. I am a very special person. It is not easy to make me made, it is almost impossible, but it is easy to harm me. I am often a hopeless case, I got more down parts then up parts. It is not easy at all. All the judges, no one kind enough to melt it. They all end up leaving. They actually do. I've never had someone close for a long while, because they all get tired of me, for who I am. That is why I am getting worse and worse. Because who I am, is what causes me to fail. I can't change something scared. It will be there forever. I will never have anything forever. It will always disappear in a short future.

I know that I am hairy, and that 99.99% is disgusted by it. I am also. I am trying to take the last pieces of fat I got left to be flat, and don't have curves. I am trying to look good. But for that try, for that cause of trying I am being pushed down for the reason that I am hairy. I am feeling great, and then the truth comes forth that the person doesn't like hairy people, and that lowers me to the grade that I don't want to try. Because if I try I still will never lose the thing that is there, the hair. I will never lose it. Some are born without it, others not.
Some has the luck to find someone that doesn't "notice" the hair, or feel comfort in it.
I am never lucky.
So I feel that I don't care any more. I give it all up.. Because in the end I will be just a chubby hairy person.