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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