As I sit here writing about this, a brand new morning to obsess over the ache in my groin from the .5 Dutasteride I told myself I would take once every other day but the fear grips me and I took one this morning although I took one yesterday, I wonder....Why can't I accept going bald? Why does my hair affect my happiness so much? I feel pathetic, taking this prostate medication, conducting hormone manipulation every morning so my hair MIGHT grow but my dick Might not grow if I ever get a chance to sleep with a woman again, although I have no confidence to go get women anyways. I guess I should accept that a quality of life was robbed from me?....and what makes me so special that it shouldn't be this way?
Oh why can't I just love myself for whoever I am, hair on head or not? Does anyone ever wonder why? And if taking medication is worth it? Should I keep fighting it, staring desperately into the mirror, watching peach fuzz consume my life?
Oh why can't I just love myself for whoever I am, hair on head or not? Does anyone ever wonder why? And if taking medication is worth it? Should I keep fighting it, staring desperately into the mirror, watching peach fuzz consume my life?
