Unhappiness is Forged

I'm unhappy with myself a lot of times. Don't know why I've always been such a downer about myself. It'd be easier to just . . . not be. But many years have cemented the habit in my head and I know it's impossible for me to think otherwise. It's even more unbearable observing others who are exactly what I want to be. It's almost crushing, and I wonder why it is that they get to be that way and I can't.

1. I wish I was skinny.
2. I wish I had the money to dress the way I want.
3. I wish I had the creativity to dress the way I want.
4. I wish I had a job.
5. I wish I could decide my future career.
6. I wish I had more manageable hair.
7. I wish I didn't live in a dump where people get shot and raped all the time.
8. I wish I had my own dog and cat.
9. I wish I was more confident.
10. I wish I was more crafty and artistic.

11. I wish I was a better writer.

Woe is me, right? It could be so much worse. I could have no legs and an eye patch. But come on, everyone's got things they wish they could change about themselves. It isn't a crime nor tragedy, and I understand that if you want things changed you've got to do it yourself. However, some things are just unchangeable.