One story remains...

After all these years, sometimes I wonder, will anyone ever like me for who I am? every time I like someone or have a crush on someone, it always never works out, and I must say every night I still wonder, when will the time be right? It's kinda depressing to go to bed every night thinking 'no one will ever like a fat loser like me, always this and that' and so on in my head... I know I'm a good friend, but will anyone ever see me as more than that? I wish I can be with my crush now, I can't say who (obviously!) and I wish she knows...