Zane,
my voice...
Oh my god, I...
These past couple days, I've been so stressed out.
I got the worst mouth ulcers.
It hurts just to talk.
And the worst part?
I've got a tongue twister competition coming up at school.
I...
I couldn't even say them properly,
and now?
Going on stage like this? I'll be laughed off.
I wanna die, seriously.
Here, listen,
She sells seashells
by the seashore.
How am I supposed to compete with that?
My roommate tried to comfort me, saying
she shell is a kind of fish too.
I swear I'm gonna lose my mind.
I'm gonna go cry for a bit.
Bye.