When will I be happy with who I am? When someone hurts me deliberatly or not, I end up hating myself more for it instead of disliking that person. Not one person can make me feel ok with me. I am always available to lend a helping hand, I would wake up in the middle of a deep sleep to comfort a friend crying, but I can never ask for that in return. Most of time I don't even come out with my problems because I know I'm not worth it. I hate everything about me, there isan't anything I like. I don't think I will ever be truely happy as long as I am me. I hate me so much, why can't I just be someone else, or just die and get this life over with. When I'm in the car and we almost hit another car, or if I'm afraid that someone might kill me ( we all get that feeling) as first im frightened but then I become so calm because I just think to myself that, finally I will be gone off this terrible place.