She's a killer queen

I'm tired.
Tired of myself, my lack of knowledge, of intelligence, of skills, of taste.
Tired that people loves me only because I seem cute. Never because of my ideas, of my thoughts... No, only because my smallness and my maladroit, awkward manners looks cute. Only my parents loves me for my skills. But unexistant skills, unfortunately.

"To love the others, began to love yourself first."

Maybe it's the real matter...