She's yelling at me again. Because I'm not doing what my friends do. When I use that as an excuse, they tell me it doesn't matter what my friends are doing. What hypocracy. We're supposed to go downtown. But she's still cleaning I suppose. Time and time again I will get ready in the morning, afternoon, night, look at myself in the mirror, and like what i see. But after not much time, I hate it. I'm so jealous of them. I'm so unsatisfied. I wish I was pretty. What the fuck it's going to be too late before we even go. This is dumb. Well I'm going to install some photo thing on my computer now.