Who is this person who actually can hold a conversation?
Who is this person that actually is friendly?
Who is the person who actually seems to have some sort of intelligence?
Who is this person who actually isn't afraid of hanging out with people?
Who is this person who actually might someday somehow have a life?
Who is this person who actually says what he means to say?

I mean, this isn't me. I mean, it is me, but it can't be. All the things I've wanted to be, suddenly, I'm them. All last year I suffered from not being to speak, being socially awkward, being the opposite of lively, an overall mess I was. Now I'm actually a person, that I like.
but I'm incomplete. therefore, the hate is still sitting just below the surface.