What is it that makes me hurt so much inside? I'm very good looking, I'm intelligent, I'm confident, I can be witty depending on my mood, I've literally never had a problem with my physical health. So why is my existence so painful. Is it the childhood trauma? The isolation? The loveless life? Why do I struggle so terribly to make it through a single hour, let alone a day? Did something terrible happen that I cannot recall despite my efforts? Am I that fucking warped that despite being blessed with physical and psychological gifts, I can never have happiness? Is there no hope for me?