I have had three glasses of wine, which is plenty enough to get me drunk these days. What a lightweight.

And it's only exacerbated my issues. This last week I have felt nothing but alone, unworthy, unable, ugly, horrid, useless, stupid, briliant and wonderful, yet totally ignored.

Never has it felt so present that being amazing and brilliant and intelligent and kind and generous and funny just isn't enough.

You have to be hot.

You don't have to be beautiful, becaues I am beautiful.

You have to be hot to count.

And I'm tired of imagining it's possible.