I hate every single thing about myself. I have no deeming qualities to offer the world or the people in it. My life is the flash animation Jerry. I'm not smart enough, sexy enough, skillful enough, talented enough, wise enough, brave enough to do any of the things I'd like to do, or SHOULD do. Basically I'm living till I die.
But there are little things. Not about me, about the world, things in it, people in it that keep me going, that keep me caring. That keep me forgetting my faults and loving them for their strengths.
I don't know, I'm sure you have something good about you.