I look at myself and all I see is fat and mistakes. I look at the things I've done and see nothing but garbage. I haven't put enough effort into making anything good and that's my fault. I haven't been nice enough or caring enough to really be able to call myself a nice person. I've never been particularly bright so I could never call myself smart. The things I thought I was good at, I'm not. Mediocre at things at best. I'm an ugly, unlovable, stupid, useless person and I can't stand living with me anymore.