Here's another one before I sleep. Thought I'd continue my thought. Just following my last message, I've almost always had self-image issues. I wouldn't say I hate the way I look, I think I'm at least moderately attractive, but there are so many things, so many facets of my body that make me wish I had been born luckier, which I know couldn't happen. I have crooked teeth, too much body hair (piggybacking off of last time), and I've always been chubby. Not terribly so, but I am. And I've tried working out, and I probably could get fit if I did it consistently, but it exhausts me. Doing anything does, honestly. I'd rather just lie in bed until I die. But I know that's not an option, which makes it so much harder. This choice that could make everything go away just dangling there, right where I could grab it, but I can't truly. I'd be abandoning my one chance at life, and though the very concept of life without purpose is torture, I must live. For those around me, and my future. --Psi--