It would have been really nice if I had been born with a pretty face that couldn't be divided into likes and dislikes, but if I was born with an ambiguous face that divided people's opinions, my self-esteem would plummet with every word people said, and then it would come back, and I would get mentally ill. It would have been better if I had been born ugly a long time ago. I would have given up and just lived without touching my face, but I'm so pathetic to see myself struggling to meet the standards of pretty people I was born with. I'm so jealous of pretty people. It must be fun to look in the mirror every time I wake up in the morning
. It's funny that even if I change my hair, I won't even be able to match her natural beauty. I'm so sad.