Dumb.

I keep having these moments of off-and-on sadness.
I just feel so hopelessly blue for no reason at all.

I think I'd trade anything in my life to be pretty. Isn't that sad?
I have such strongly held feminist ideals, but the fact that I don't look like the girls I see in magazines makes me want to crawl into a ball and die.

Nothing I do is good enough for myself.
I don't know if I'll ever be the person I want to be.

I need to do homework.