Who I am.

Yes and No. I hate and love myself. Why? Because in this world, in this generation appearance really matters, 

IF you're good looking you have nothing to worry about but if you're not, you DON'T matter.

Why was I born in this era, in this world , this society that kills us, but actually we are the society, 

We are the ones who judged and wronged so many people.

I'm trying to find the right words to say to make you understand what I mean,

I'm trying to accept myself as I am