I’ve come to the conclusion that I simply cannot make myself happy. I constantly feel as if there’s something missing. Even at the end of an amazing day, I lay down and do not feel content. My worst fear is being alone. At night, during school, especially when I’m old. I wish I could be one of those girls who don’t need a boy to make themselves happy. But I do. That’s the only way I feel complete. To love another, you must love yourself first. I’m starting to finally be happy with my appearance, but I know inside there is a lot to be fixed. I am not a good person.