I went to my psychiatrist last night and told him I was despressed because I wasn't depressed because I wasn't attractive. He told me that I "would be attractive if I got a makeover or something". That , to me, means that yes, I *am* ugly. I mean I understand I am nice and kind and good on the inside, but it just doesn't seem to matter to other people unless you are completely gorgeous, which I am not.

Bjork