There's not any aspect I like about myself. Even if I have a good moment where I like something I do for a few hours, it never lasts. I always come back to realising what a failure I am. I can't draw or write well, my ideas are awful, I'm ugly and stupid, I don't have any talents or redeeming qualities...the list just goes on. Any time I think otherwise is just a delusion because I'm in a good mood. I don't deserve to be happy. I just make everyone sad because of my stupid feelings. I hate myself so much. I wish I was anyone else.