Poop

 How can I feel sorry for myself when there are people going through 1,000,000 times what I'm going through? I wish I knew what that was like so I could feel lucky to be me. But it kills me that people don't think they're worth it when they're positively more worthy than me. Everyone has values. Everyone has something to offer the world. Why can' they just see that? Nobody here is a mistake. No one. Everyone's here for a reason, like a machine. There are no extra parts, so everyone serves a purpose. Why are people so hard on themselves.