it goes beyond this.

So tired of being alone; so hurry up and get here.

The only point of Happy Feet that i get is: don't eat fish; or else you'll kill the penguins.

She braided her hair for the third time, and finally, it was reasonably perfect. She thought black and red looked good on her as she swiftly slotted red ear rings into each ear hole. Realising that she was, at the same time, admiring herself in the mirror, she turned away and went to look for her slippers. I'm not supposed to do that, she thought. Vanity shouldn't possess her. Feeling slightly guilty, she walked out of the house, glad that no one was there to catch her at that vulnerable moment.

However, she caught herself doing it again. As she was washing her hands in the public toilet, she looked up to the mirror in front of her. The familiar feeling of pride started to swell in her again. She immediately looked down at her wet hands and walked away; afraid that the pride she tried so hard to suppress would become the basis of her self-confidence.

And as she walked across the road, past the many traffic junctions in the city, she put each foot forward with sureity, as if wanting to catch the attention of the car drivers that stopped in front of her. She loved her walk, but when she thought about it again, it could only be traced back to vanity. Then, she hated herself for it. She hated herself for putting her confidence on such superficial images; she hated herself for not being able to break away from it.

But most of all, she hated herself for appearing confident, and then shrinking away from trying new things and meeting new people.

Vanity, vanity; all is vanity.

It's hard, isn't it. I can't say i'm a glamour queen, but in everyone there is an inner battle to be fought against this great temptation of vanity and of seeking glamour. Some fight it all their lives, while some simply give in to it because its too hard. I fight; but the victory's not even half-won.

Nevermind. God help me.