My life is actually not that bad; I have few major tragedies, no horrible history, no awful circumstances. But what I do have is a level of self-loathing beyond what almost anyone could imagine. I hate myself completely and throughout every day my internal monologue berates me, telling me how worthless and pathetic I am, what a failure I’ll always be. Funny enough, I’m somewhat successful; I’m a good student, I have talents and skills, and I’m a reasonably kind person. But none of that matters because at the deepest level I understand that I am a piece of shit. It’s one of the most […]