It seems no matter what I do or think about, eventually the day will give me some type of reminder to why I don't like myself at all. Makes me wish that either my existence never happened or that I wasn't me at all. Either one would have solved a lot of problems not just for me, but for everyone else that has the misfortune of stepping into my life. While I try to live within my means, I don't think it will mean shit when the years go by and I cannot do anything right. Goes right back to me wishing I was somebody. Self-acceptance is important to me, I try to live by it, but I am having an incresingly difficult time accepting someone that is so insignificant and drowning in failure. That being me, obviously.
Just feeling a healthy dose of self-loathing tonight, mixed with some depressive thoughts. Ignore me.