I am trying my best. I'm young, I mess up, and I have a long way to go. But I can say, with certainty, that I am trying. I can find many reasons to hate myself. But the genuine truth is that I am kind, and loving, and generous. I have hope and passion. I don't see what my friends see in me, and I struggle with loving myself a majority of the time. But deep down, somehow, I know I'm pretty alright.