Okay, Ellina. Time to get up. It's 1155, GO BRUSH YOUR TEETH! But try not to look into the mirror, because you will see all those imperfections and feel all shitty all over again. Then go grab your things and throw yourself into your schoolwork. It's the one thing that doesn't talk back. Not until the end of the semester, anyway. One of the most important things I would ask God for, if I could, would be perfect skin. You know some people say I look fierce? Even though I don't mean to. I think I know what they mean, but I don't know where it comes from. My expression, I mean. And I look tired aaaalllll the time. Even though I get plenty of sleep. Or, well, I make up for it in the afternoons, anyway, even if I don't. What is wrong with me??? Everything makes me feel ugly, and I just keep feeling uglier and uglier all the time. Man, fuck me.