Being unattractive is tough.

I’ve accepted that dating just isn’t for me. I don’t care if it means being alone forever—I just don’t feel comfortable with it. I’ll keep working out and improving myself, but that’s for me, not for anyone else.

It’s tough watching all my friends date and meet new people when I’ve never even held someone’s hand. If my personality were the issue, I wouldn’t have the friends I do. But no one ever asks why I’m single—I’m just the friend, never anything more.

After years of wondering what’s wrong with me, it’s easier to accept that I’m just not attractive. People say, Nobody is ugly, but it’s impossible to look at myself and believe that.

Love feels like it’s locked behind a genetic wall. And the whole “just date someone you’re not attracted to” argument is ridiculous—it’s the same reason people don’t want to date me.

I have attractive friends, and the reality is, looks matter. Personality only comes into play when you have options. I don’t even have one.