Very possibly the most frustrating thing in the world is when you aren't happy with yourself. '**** this', 'I hate myself', and 'who even am I?' Run through my head approximately 1737 times a day and who I am to question a god but how can I feel this and still get up in the mornings and all I want in this life is to not want to sink into the walls and never emerge and if  that's a lot to ask for then **** whoever makes that choice because I'm only asking to tolerate who I am