dear legit diary,
honestly, i cant hardly stand to look at myself anymore. i pass the mirror and i want to throw up. i am so unhappy with the way things are at the moment- it hurts. i know i am the only one who can do anything about this, but being ugly seems to be the only thing giving me comfort. it is a mask i can hide behind effortlessly. living the most depressing thing ever is easier when you look the part and play the roll in character twenty four hours per day. i wish i could take some time off, but i am afraid things would never be the same when i got back. that's why i hate to even take time out for a bath or anything.