I hate myself and I can't stop. I wish I had something more brave to say, something inspiring or clever or endearing, but I don't. I have really good friends, I come from a nice home, I get almost perfect grades, but the only thing I can think about myself is how much of a complete fuck-up I am and how it's only a matter of time before everybody else figures it out too. I'm a good person at heart, but it doesn't matter. I'm a failure, and I'll never be worth anything. Sometimes at night I curl up smaller and smaller. I'm so sorry that I'm wasting your space. I'm so sorry that I'm this wretched and pathetic. I'm so sorry that I'm not enough of anything or to be anybody else.