There are times when I absolutely dislike myself. It stems from being told I'd never be good enough for anyone (sometimes I think that's true, because every guy I've been with has deserted me) and bullying during middle school amongst other things I'd rather not say.
Other times I love myself. It's an up & down thing.
I like my personality and my intelligence. But I don't like how I allow my life to be a waste. I don't know what it means to be proud of something I've done. Most of the time I'm disgusted with myself for being too lazy and uncaring to make changes and lead a more fulfilling existence.
Quante ne vorrei fare ma poi rimango fermo
Guardo la vita in foto e già è arrivato un altro inverno
Non cambio mai su questo mai, distruggo tutto sempre
Se vi ho deluso chieder scusa non servirà a niente