I made a wish to the witch named Ichihara Yuuko to make me think, act, walk and talk as if I came from a lower class family than the one I really was born into, dahling.

This way of talking. This way of acting. Was supposed to vanish for three months until March, when I would make a decision. I feel cheated of my choice because now, guess what, I'M THINKING LIKE I REALLY DO. I MISS MY MAKE UP. MY CLOTHES. MY ROOM IS GOING TO BE A BUNK BED SOON, GOD FUCKING DAMNIT.