Summer's day. How boring. I've always hated summer. When I was young, we never had money in summer, I hated it. Every year, summer meant dispute in the family. Lack of money caused stress to father so he drank. He gets aggressive when he drinks. There would be arguing everyday in summer. I hated it. Now, it's not the same. We have money now. Not much but enough to keep father away from alcohol. Still, I hate summers because it's so hot. So boring also. My acne treatment will be completed in a month. That damn medicine. It makes me feel like fainting. I started to get sleep terrors again. Anyways, I have no acne on my face now, I'm happy for that. I came to realise a mole on my face. It used to be covered by acnes. I thought it was some sort of a scar or maybe a blackhead so I waited for it to be gone as I did my skincare. A few weeks passed, I tried to squeeze it. It was still there tho. Then I realised it's actually brown. A few days later I came to a conclusion that it was a mole. I'm still amazed when I look into the mirror and see my face. I used to see acne only. I saw an ugly girl who could be pretty if she didn't have any acne. Now, there is me on the mirror, a girl with an above-average look. I've always wanted to be the best-looking girl in the room I was in. Somethings always remain as a wish I suppose. It's new for me that I don't follow people's eyes when they talk to me. I used to follow it to see whether they were talking to me or my pimple. If they were looking at a pimple on my chin, I would start to get embarrassed, I would try to cover it somehow. I would touch my face, itch the pimple an so on. I would be screaming inside tho. Please, talk to me. Please, see me. The real me. Don't talk to my ugly face covered by all those red scars. Look into my eyes, please. See that I'm the one talking to you, not that ugly face. Try to get to know my soul, my soul is better than my face I swear. Now this isn't the situation. People look straight into my eyes and see me (But ig now my soul is the ugly one). I guess this is because there is no more the ugly face distraction that they could pity and think "She would be so pretty if her face wasn't covered with all those scars" between us.

My days are going well I guess. I study hard. I haven't been studying for a week tho. Because it's so hot that I feel like fainting. I sleep a lot also. How pathetic. Sleep is my friend. My worst friend. My bittersweet fruit.