I'll be brief, no, no I do not. I recognize the things I am capable of, sometimes even impressive things. I don't think I'm a bad person, not really. I think my greatest failure lies in the difficulty for others to connect with me or understand me. I am not an especially open person. If it's not impossible to get to know me, well, nobody has managed it yet. Those I've tried to open up to fall away, and I am always left wondering what is wrong with me. How can I possibly like myself when nobody wants to be close to me? I guess it shouldn't be a surprise, I don't even want to understand me. Still, it hurts when I look around and see people with somebody they can call a 'best friend'. I fear I'm going to die, alone, and nobody will notice. I'd be forgotten before they realized I was missing. I hate myself for not having the slightest idea how to fix it. I hate myself for falling so far, I no longer know how to stand. Recently again, I've had a sharp reminder that the only inevitability is death, and you never really can know when. Still I have no idea how to move forward. This is the best I can do. Write words.