I'm 17. I sleep less than 6 hours a day, always skipping breakfast. I binge drink and party sometimes, and smoke weed occasionally. I'm not in a great position academically, and have an extremely shitty opinion of myself. I hate that I look like a tall, wierd, lanky underfed child. I surround myself with insecure friends who will tear me down and bring up my every flaw just to make them feel better about the hand they've been dealt. I constantly second guess myself. I'm pretty much a burden and an insensitive asshat to everyone around me. Objectively speaking, this place would be a tad bit better if I wasn't around. It's hard to socialize and it always feels like there's this very obvious fundamental rule in human interaction that everyone knows and that I'm completely oblivious to. I want to make something of myself, but lack the drive and patience to do so. Discipline is a word that's never been in my dictionary. I'm a mess and I don't know if I have the intelligence and character needed to "make it". I'm bitter and just all around fed up. I wouldn't say I'm depressed since I am capable of feeling happy. But I don't think highly of myself and feel like I'm unworthy of the best things life has to offer.