Name: Lasttaimat
Gender: Male
Aged: Nineteen
Personality: Lasttaimat hates beautiful things. He does not view himself as attractive and, therefore, does not believe anybody else should be either. His self-esteem is extremely low and he hates it when others tell him not to think down on himself. He can't help it.

LOVES
Being Alone
Smashing Flowers
Avoiding Females

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Beauty
Flowers
Butterflies

HATES

I've never looked upon myself as attractive. Perhaps that is why I can't stand to see beauty in others. Why should they have the chance of being adored, while I sit in a miserable puddle of distaste? I hate the way I perceive myself. I hate myself.

It isn't as if I was ignored by my family. It's quite the opposite, actually. My family was very supportive throughout my childhood. I was always complimented on my 'beautiful' coat and 'gorgeous' eyes. I figured, though, that if they were trying so hard to et me to appreciate the beauty in myself, they must be trying to cover something up. Something they didn't like. They were attempting to get me to focus on my good qualities...to keep me from noticing my flaws? I figured it as so.

From that point on, I ignored their compliments, because I knew they must all be lies. Were they ashamed of me? Was I not good enough?