Laugh At Me. Thank You

Okay. Time to laugh at me.
Cause I'm so self-destructive, with such a low self-esteem that no-one would actually feel sorry for me. It even annoys me.
I mean... do I always need to complain about everything? Why can't I be thankful for the good things that happen in life? The world is not all black, you know?
Well, I know. I know, but still...

I'm fucked up. What can I say?

This blog probably looks like it was written by a 12-year-old emo girl. And I've got nothing against them, but that is just not me (anymore?).
And it is even more upsetting to know there might be a lot of mistakes, for english is not my mother tongue.