Case 54

Still a girl. This is not fun. This is the exact opposite of fun. Un-fun.


I got exactly no sleep last night because of this...my stupid chest kept me up, being all distracting and bouncy and in the way when I wanna sleep on my stomach...ugh, and even the clothes that Doll lent me don't fit quite right...

AND my hormones are completely out of whack on top of that. I cried when I tried to watch monster movies last night. I CRIED. WHY DID I DO THAT I DON'T EVEN KNOW AAAUGH. And now I'm all grouchy and I hate being grouchy...and I feel things that are weird and deeply disturbing to me, and I can't go out of the apartment because I know somebody will laugh at me and think I'm ugly...and...and OH GOD when did I start caring whether or not people think I'm ugly?

SEE? SEE WHAT'S HAPPENING? THIS IS NOT COOL!! UNCOOL! UN-FUN!!

Why can't this be over already? I think I've learned to properly appreciate the female body now, City, thank you...can I go back to being myself now, please?

Jeez, and I felt like a freak before this happened...

...if anybody needs me, I'll be in the apartment, eating ice cream.