"The World Revives; Colours Renew; But I Know Blue, Only Blue..."

Hate myself. Hate, hate, hate.

Life is not good. I am increasingly pathetic. I have absolutely no willpower, and evidentally little to no talent. Of course, this last item is nothing more than a plea for sympathy, because I am gratuitous.

Waen does not like anything I do. She said I'm just like Kate.

Why can't I make her proud of me?

Also, my diet has committed hara-kiri. It is quite dead. I shall never be beautiful. Not this week. And probably I shall cry to-morrow at Weigh-In, because I do.

Nana so insane.

And I, I am imperfect. Hate. Hate.

*crawls under a rock and stays there forever*

"I'll Live Inside You Forever..."

Waen is using me as her encyclopedia.

But she said I was good to have around. Suddenly to-day is approximately 2.6 million times better.