I don't exactly love or hate myself. I definitely hate it when I fail. In other ways though, I'm quite good at forgiving myself- maybe too good in some respects. I've become quite a selfish person but I tend to tell myself that was inevitable because in some ways, I feel like I've had to make it on my own. Not really the attitude but kind of- if people weren't there for me, why should I be there for them? Unfortunately though, it meant I shunned people who did actually do a lot for me. That was shitty. I guess largely though, I think I'm a product of my circumstances- like most people I guess. On the outside, I try to be an ok person but I probably had the potential to be a lot better. I've just picked up some less than ideal coping mechanisms on the way. But- it still makes sense to keep them because they protect me in a less than ideal world.