AlgerianPsycho
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Deep in my heart, I know that if I could alter my inward gonions, short ramus, recessed maxilla, and narrow palate, I would look right. That would be me, the actual me, because the mirrors, the cameras, the reflections are always playing games. They show me something I am not, someone I am not. They look different each time, and I have been struggling all my life to figure out which one of them is actually me. It turns out none of them are, because that is the only way I feel alive, feel well. I sense it as destiny. It should be destiny. It should feel like destiny. That is not manifesting, "manifesting" is a coping mechanism any low‑IQ individual should simply ignore and never look back at.