I never like myself, but today I look much worse than usual, even though I haven't changed anything, the same makeup, the same clothes, however I look at myself in the mirror and look disgusting, and I don't know why. I hate that I have to work today, I'm waiting for the working day to end to go home as soon as possible, my mood is so terrible, I don't want anyone to see my face so damn much. But i just don't understand what the problem is. When I was in school, I preferred to skip classes on days like this.

I absolutely hate it, I hate telling people where I'm from, I hate that it doesn't make sense to fight depression and change something in my life if I live here anyway and am doomed to be unhappy. Everything around me was designed to make me hate living. I just want to put an end to my shitty little life and that's it.

in this place of the stomach

I saw one guy's profile was filled with photos and videos of people diving in the swamp

🥺

only if they have no other choice.

Where I live, most men have some degree of jaw recession, while women tend to have stronger jawlines, even if not perfect. Is it only where I live, or have you noticed that too?

why do we write from left to right, why is zero on the left of the ruler, why do progress graphs always point to the left? Is there an objective reason for that or is it just the way it turned out?

I like Shrek so much🥹

The bus driver just yelled at me for standing up when we were approaching my stop, he said I had to sit still until the bus stopped. But he didn't say anything to other people who did this before me. And when I got out, he rudely said that drivers should be thanked before getting off, which I would have done if he hadn't yelled at me, аnd again, he did not say anything to the woman who silently got out before me. I dont know what it was, maybe he thought I was a kid because I look young, or maybe he just wanted to yell at someone, either way my evening is ruined🫠

The 20x30 cm silver photo frame just disappeared under my nose. I was printing photos while the frame was lying on the table, then I picked it up and unpacked it, and either put it back on the table or held it in my hands while I was doing something else, I don't remember, but when the photos were printed and I was going to put them in the frames, I couldn't find the frame anywhere. I'm famous for my quirk of unnoticedly carrying things around and putting them in unexpected places, but I have no idea where I could have hide that large silver frame. I searched the entirе room and couldn't find it anywhere. When the client arrived, we had to choose a different frame. I thought that in a couple of days I would find this frame in an unexpected place and laugh at myself, but a month has passed and I haven't seen it again. It's just so weird