I hate being like this. I don't know when I fell so low. I was beyond this before--when did I begin caring about superficialities? Is this what the world tried to make me, and has it finally succeeded, irrevocably?
I have fallen into a trap of my own making. I doubt I can change back.
Here I am, shallow, jealous and self-hating. It was to be expected; I never was the most secure person.
I don't want anyone to ask me about this.
