Say my self esteem is a choc ice, right?
Say that the hoard of vixens sneering with their evil spearmy lips are an iron clog, ok?...imagine that iron clog trampling on the childs favourite ice cream with such impact that the child actually dies.........................well...........that's my situation.

What's going on?
A girl smiled at me last night...I gave her a glance and flashed the teeth...I'm almost positive she then winced. And my teeth are my only strong point.