I quite like myself

I quite like myself
Slouched over a television with a broken remote
Pale skin alive glowing colors
At 3:33 in the morning
I think I am at my best
When I am hovered
Over the kitchen sink just after dark
Running hot water
Over my raw fingers
I feel great
When I am sprawled across my bed
Crying before I even wake up
Sun pushing, unwanted,
Through a dirty window
I am very happy with who I am
I say aloud in the car
All alone
While I consider driving into a tree
I am very happy with who I am