I think I can be happy. I know, I don't really have any huge reasons not to be.

I mean, sure.

I've got to stay here for another year, that sucks.

I've drifted away from and lost a lot of my friends over the last year.

It seems like I can't ever do anything right at my job, and it's driving me crazy.

My parents can't go a single day without nagging or yelling at me.

And I'm super unattractive and unappealing and I will probably die alone.

But, honestly, it's all stuff that isn't really going to matter in the long run.

I think I can finally accept that, and be happy with myself.

Confidence is key, and it's about time I got that back.