I couldn't look at myself in the mirror when I was a child, the thought of my reflection looking back at me would always make me tear up. I could never think anything positive and I could only see how worthless, small and meaningless I was. I'm 30 now and I can't say that it has gotten easier. I struggle with myself every single day and I think about suicide while I'm awake and before I go to sleep. I can't stand looking at myself, all I ever see is disappointment and failures, regrets and painful memories. I wish I was alive; really alive... What does it mean to be alive?













