My meditation lately has led to increased awareness and a lingering suspicion that something is wrong with this world that I can't quite describe. People seem to only value my cuteness. Not that I mind being cute but is there anything wrong with desiring for more? If I lived in content I would never try to improve. All great art is born from conflict. I've come to think of myself and my cuteness as a trap - for now. One day, I will break free and surpass all my mental limits.