I want to be myself. Why do I have to act in front of these fake people? They are making me like themselves. Fake. That's something I want to become when the sun and moon get married. Ugh. I will not become fake. Fine then. I will be a Kawaii potato. Very original, my brain chides. "Coming mum," I scream a reply to my mother beckoning me downstairs. Kawaii potato it is, I decide. Note:I will explain how I define a Kawaii potato in another note.All Rights Reserved