I thought I was a nice person.
That I spread positivity and discouraged hate against others.
I stopped hating people.
I made peace with conflicts and let them go.
I still don't hate people, unless you count myself.
I thought I was good at making people laugh.
At making them feel better.
I thought maybe I was mediocre in how I looked and presented myself.
I guess not.
Instead I annoy people.
I bother them and make them hate me.
People hate seeing my face.
I'm fake and worthless.
I am nothing.
