I'm not going to brush my teeth tonight.
What would be the point? Basic hygiene is considered a cornerstone of physical attractiveness, sure, but it is a mere accessory to that which is already present: a catalyst of sorts that transmutes the beautiful into the stunningly beautiful.
When I do myself the disservice of looking in a mirror, all that stares back at me is that which is beyond salvation. Eyes the colour of sodden dirt, a face that only a mother could tolerate, a misshapen lump of a body that threatens to collapse under the weight of its own mediocrity. My pain is the pain of hopelessness, and I am damned to hobble through the sewers like a hunchbacked troll, shying away from the cruel honesty of sunlight and the even harsher gazes of those blessed with proportionality.
I smile and all I see is graffiti on the wall of my existence, a desperate bid to bring vibrancy to that which is purely utilitarian: a sack of flesh and organs which churn out waste both physical and verbal in nature.
What difference could a smile make in the face of such blatant disadvantage? Better to keep my mouth closed and hope that my eyes will follow suit.
No, I won't be brushing my teeth tonight. Fluoride is a poor substitute for substance.
>>35459278
Hey well, I know you're upset right now anon.. but.. You're a good writer? You use very detailed vocabulary. Good looks aren't everything ya know'. Maybe you should write a book about a boy who doesn't feel like brushing his teeth and so on and so on. A biography perhaps? Jk kys fagget
>>35459278
>He doesn't brush his teeth for the sole sake of having your teeth feel nice and clean