It's ok. I wouldn't choose myself neither. 

I regret everything I did. 
Yeah. Everything.  Include loving someone. 
Why does all this hurt me like that?
Why can't I have a normal live like the other teenagers?
Why can't I be skinny like the other girls?
I have bad thoughts about everything. 
I have to analyse all that I do, because I don't want anyone to fool me. 
But, even knowning I do all of this, I still complaining about everything. 
I'm not good enough. I deserve just shit. Don't I?
Why can't I have my blue prince? 
Why doesn't fairytales exist?
Why can't I deserve someone that love me and care about me?
Do I deserve all this hate?