*sigh*

You know, it's rather funny. Twelve hours ago I was basically complex-free. I was happy, I was sane, I was utterly okay with myself. Sure, I'm not the Most Fabulous Person in the world, but I'm pretty well off. I have talent, I have friends, I have a personality.

That all changed the moment I saw Layla's pictures.

Layla is, in a nutshell, who I want to be. She's a wonderful actress (and has the award to prove it), a size six (at the most), and a member of Distinction Choir. And she's also a traveler to the East Coast, as I recently learned. Worst part is, she's my year in school. And the real worst part is, we're friends. Not extremely close, thrown together through theatre and the Dane thereof, but friends nonetheless.

Why the hell does everyone get to go someplace in the summer but me???