Well... hi. This is kind of awkward. Today I'm going to talk about my life—the parts that nobody really knows about. You might say, "But I know you. I know your life." Maybe that's what you think, but the truth is, you don't really know me. Sometimes I don't even think I know who I am. I keep everything to myself because I don't know how to explain what's going on in my head. I don't want people to think I'm weak or selfish. I just want someone to understand that there's a reason I feel this way, even if I can't put it into words. So, I'm going to tell you why I feel like this. I'm not smart. I'm not good at sports. I'm not mentally stable. I'm a slow learner. I don't think I'm pretty. I hate my body. People. Not feeling normal. I don't have a hobby. Me. The first one is the most important. If you're not smart, it feels like you can't make it in life. I try my best, but it never feels like enough. It's like watching your favorite movie over and over, hoping the ending will change,