When you hate “being me”

When you hate “being me” what do you do?

What am I waiting for? What battle must ensue for my awakening to my better Self?

I’ll still despise who I am but I will have something other to dispose of my entity to, despondent to emotion, something I long for.

I really wish I knew what would make me happy besides holding up by myself away from everything. Sad alone is so much more beneficial to our Planet’s energy than me half-assed within it: even at my best.