What kind of person am I?

Why can't I be beautiful?
Why can't I be intelligent?
Why can't I be confident?
Why can't I be wanted?
Why can't I mean something to someone?
Why can't I have talent?
Why can't I stop feeling guilt over things that were out of my control?
Why can't I be worth someones times?
Why can't I have a place to belong?
Why can't I find it within myself to face my problems instead of hiding behind silly little obsessions?
Why can't I shake off this feeling of complete sadness?
Why can't I stop feeling alone?
Why can't I just be happy?
Why can't I be perfect?

And sometimes,
Why can't I be dead?

What kind of person am I?