I'm getting angry again.

Why can't I ever be perfect?

I hate you Park Hye Mi.

No. I hate myself more.

Ah, it's 11:00 PM. 

I get to go home soon. 

I'm sick of school.

I'm sick of this Hagwon.

I'm sick of studying.

I'm sick of text books.

I'm sick of homework

But most of all

I'm sick of being ugly.

I'm sick of life.

I'm so ing exhausted.

Physically and mentally. 

Not only am I ugly...

I'm also bad at studying... 

I'm so stupid.

I look out the window and

I see my omma's car

pulling up in the parking lot. 

I say goodbye to my teacher

and I push the elevator button.

The elevator is slower than ever today -__-

"Daesung-ah! How was school?"

I smiled for my mother.

"I studied