speak out

When I am angry, I blame everyone including God. I know, it's wrong. But what can I do? I was made that way. I don't like anything about myself. I always wish that I wasn't me, that I was someone else. Everyone in my world pressures me in a way. I am trivial. I am profound, my mind is profound. I am truly a pessimistic. I am inferior. I can't do the things that I want, cause something or someone always brings me down, something or someone that would cause my lack of confidence. I think I don't have a talent, but my fortune told me that some unique talent of mine will make me succeed, that gave me a tiny bit of hope. Everything is hard for me, nothing has been easy.