My parents say I need to clean up my act and get with real life.

But what is real life?

I don't know anymore.

I don't know what they consider 'real life'. I have no idea what I'm doing.

I have no idea where I'm going.

I looked in the mirror today and all I saw was ugly, ugly, ugly.

My features are too strong to be pretty.

Why am I entering a profession where success is primarily based on beauty?

Gods, I don't know.

I guess I'm just having a down day.

"I think we were wrong to let you stay this year," my dad told me. "All you're doing is slacking about."

Yeah.

Maybe I am.

But why not?

I don't know what to do, how to handle.

It's just...

...a bad day.

I need a hug.

.

Rosie.

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