/lit/ - Literature

Losing my hair at 18 deprived me of a youth. If I was witty or smart maybe it wouldn't matter so much. I'm not. Girls never look at me. I'm 25 and may as well be 55 - there would be no difference. A big part of what bothers me about it is that people subconsciously view me as unhealthy with such a receding hairline even though I'm in good shape, don't take any medications, never even had an allergy. Yet I appear to women as a leper. I truly wish I didn't care, but to say I don't would only be a case of the fox and the grapes.