There's nothing much left. 

I wish I could tell you how much I love myself at the moment. But... nothing. I couldn't recall the reason why I've been accepting myself so much.

It feels like all those unspoken couldn't fit the case anymore.

At this moment, I realize I hate myself so much.

By how I handle my emotions, how I act around people, just my whole existence. I feel embarrassed by living, being stumped in others' life.

Nothing about me is good.

I'm not the best companion, not the chosen one.

At one time I thought being utmost success with a dream career might give me value.

People used to ask what's your dream. I know the answer, the public pride.

Not even a chance into that, all possibilities are no longer possible. Thus, my failure was present in the red carpet for me.

With that, all kind of disappointment surrounds me. I'm not good in all ways.

Still, I wish, .... not even a wish could I think of.

I ...

hope I no longer have these thoughts.