Okay week. Today I'm melancholy and envious of Elle Fanning. Envious that she succeeded in a culture where one is deemed a failure if they haven't achieved their dream career at age 23, and I didn't.

I feel ugly, and tainted with failure and a terrible personality. I feel like my goals will be forever out of my reach because I am unworthy of them.

I'm starting this practicum this summer and I'm not looking forward to it, because it feels like so much work. But that's my fault, because if I weren't so lazy it wouldn't seem like so much work.