Hello, my name is M….. Now 19 years old. A name that you don’t like about your face. When you look at other people’s good looks, you feel your own unhappiness.
If people ask me, have you seen it yourself? Every time I look at myself in the mirror, the answer comes to my mind that I see myself in front of me.
Why do some people run away and have the same bad luck as me? There are smart people who are smart. I don’t like that at all.
According to other people, I’m the one who is bald and bald. No matter how hard you try, it’s useless.
Also, 1 problem does not end with the face, it is very bad for human-animal friendship. It’s true that people get angry just by how they act.
There is no such thing as a friend, there is a person who is close to you. Every day, when I look at myself, I feel sorry for my poor mother.
I am working like an animal for a living with no one beside me. I am sure that there is no such thing, and I will end up spending a few MNT here and there.
Is it really worth living for someone like me? I have never had a boyfriend at the age of 19. Not a single bandu was ever interested in the swamp.
Every time I go, I wonder if everyone is okay. At least, when he wanted to become a monk without a nun, even the monks were rude to him.
How can someone with a big body like me, with a big waist and a full face, get bald? It’s better to be alive than to live like this. My bad mother…