Deep down, I hate myself. The things I do and say, what I look like, where I come from, everything. I take insults and criticism more seriously because they come from an honest place. Compliments sound fake to me. Deep down I know I'm worthless. A worthless piece of shit. That's what my life is. More and more I can't stand it as the days go on, but I don't know what to do. A serious attempt would make everything worse. There's no place I can go to for help, as I have neither the time nor the money. Get togethers with friends don't do it anymore. I hold onto the maxim from It's a Wonderful Life - "No one's a failure if they have friends." I find that somewhat comforting, but soon will come the day when I have no friends. Then what?