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I've had enough of life as a balding man. Unfortunately no one has any choice in life, life chooses them. I hate mine and I am now going to get rid of it piece by piece.
I hate the bald prejudice at work, so I'm going to quit my job. I hate the bald prejudice in my line of work, so I'm not going to look for another one. There's no point having a career when you are not allowed to be a success because of things outside of your control, so f*ck it.
I'm going to make break all remaining ties with my family. I hate my parents for having children and for cracking bald jokes and I hate my brothers for escaping the bald gene.
I'm going to blank all my friends. I hate leaving the house these days anyway. Socialising is pointless when you're the ugly spare wheel in a group.
I am going to learn how to punch hard, so that every person regardless of age or gender will be taught a lesson if they make light of my condition. No teeth is almost as bad as no hair. I couldn't care less about the consequences.
I'm going to stop studying. There's no point wasting hours on dull examinations when you can't get promoted at work because you're bald and some hairy brainless f*ckwit is considered more suitable.
I'm not waiting around anymore, for year after year, a dead man walking. I'm not living this foreign life on behalf of this foreign being. Another eight years of this? No f*cking way.
I never celebrated my 21st birthday; never went to my graduation ceremony (who'd want a picture of themselves receiving their degree with a massive bald spot?) and never pursued the career I wanted, all because of baldness. It's ruined my life and it was never possible to do anything about it. I'm not waiting until I become one of those foul looking skin heads just so that society can keep pretending baldness is nothing serious. I'm not playing by society's stupid rules.
Tomorrow I'm getting on a plane to go god knows where. I'm going to live on a high fat, low vitimin diet. If that doesn't work, I'll go to Switzerland or Oregon. I'm going to be dead within a year and a lot happier for it.
I hate the bald prejudice at work, so I'm going to quit my job. I hate the bald prejudice in my line of work, so I'm not going to look for another one. There's no point having a career when you are not allowed to be a success because of things outside of your control, so f*ck it.
I'm going to make break all remaining ties with my family. I hate my parents for having children and for cracking bald jokes and I hate my brothers for escaping the bald gene.
I'm going to blank all my friends. I hate leaving the house these days anyway. Socialising is pointless when you're the ugly spare wheel in a group.
I am going to learn how to punch hard, so that every person regardless of age or gender will be taught a lesson if they make light of my condition. No teeth is almost as bad as no hair. I couldn't care less about the consequences.
I'm going to stop studying. There's no point wasting hours on dull examinations when you can't get promoted at work because you're bald and some hairy brainless f*ckwit is considered more suitable.
I'm not waiting around anymore, for year after year, a dead man walking. I'm not living this foreign life on behalf of this foreign being. Another eight years of this? No f*cking way.
I never celebrated my 21st birthday; never went to my graduation ceremony (who'd want a picture of themselves receiving their degree with a massive bald spot?) and never pursued the career I wanted, all because of baldness. It's ruined my life and it was never possible to do anything about it. I'm not waiting until I become one of those foul looking skin heads just so that society can keep pretending baldness is nothing serious. I'm not playing by society's stupid rules.
Tomorrow I'm getting on a plane to go god knows where. I'm going to live on a high fat, low vitimin diet. If that doesn't work, I'll go to Switzerland or Oregon. I'm going to be dead within a year and a lot happier for it.
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