The tone of Kinsay James' voice was nice. It was soft and soothing, and V knew she knew. Kinsay knew she had been crying. "Am I that bad an actor?" she asked just as softly before rubbing her eyes, probably making them puffier.

And she sighed. Sadly.

"It's not like anything is horrible. I just don't like being a teenager. It's hard," she said with her shoulders slumped. V lifted her head to glance at her reflection and tuck some hair behind her ears, something that was becoming a nervous habit for her. Her very pointy nose remained a POINT of contention for her, and she looked away to avoid critiquing anything else about herself in her head. If she let herself get too far, she'd find fault in eeeeeveerything she saw, and she wasn't in the mood to deal with those thoughts right now. She was already SAD as heck.

What didn't help was looking over at Kinsay and admiring her for how BEAUTIFUL she was, and feeling even smaller. Could she shrink up into nothing? She wanted to.