If I could be anything in the world, I´d be everything and anything but myself. I hate myself, so much that no one knows who I really am; so yeah, I´d be anything. Everyone else who looks in the mirror, says to themselves ¨ I am so beautiful/ handsome.¨ But for me, I don´t have time for that mindless bull; because that would be like saying to a liitle child, you can have whatever you want in the world. Reality , because you can never really be who you want to be; you can only be who