Jesse Bernstein died after he stabbed himself
in the neck, and it was all because there was
something wrong with his face.
That’s what he said.
He said there was something wrong with his face.
Something just wasn’t quite right.
It’s sad when something is wrong with your face,
because you can’t do much about it.
It’s your face and you’re stuck with it.
When people look at you,
you can tell they’re uncomfortable with your face.
When you look in the mirror, you always feel a little
nauseated and you have to look away.
The worst part is that you can’t figure out
what is wrong with your face.
It’s just a face everyone hates.
A face you hate.
And people make all those face jokes.
You know, like they’ll talk about something horrific
and then say it reminds them of your face.
And that’s so fucking funny it takes your breath away.
And you don’t know what to do, so you end up sticking a knife in your neck.
But I found something I love. Something that brings me joy. Even if you can’t bear to look at me, listen. I found something that gives me hope: