Hey there, me. I don't really know your name. But they call you Girl With The Medals, so I'd have to settle with that. I heard you had a lot of problems recently. You said you couldn't sleep properly? What's wrong? Aren't you happy? Everyone's jealous of your superiority. You have no reason to complain when everything's going according your way. You have no reason to cry at nights because you get perfect scores anyway. You have no right to be exhausted because being smart is the only thing you know to do. You have no right to be tired because you can't let yourself be defeated by those peasant-like fools. You have to stay that way, Girl With The Medals. No one really cares if there's eyebags under your eyes as long as they get to take a picture of your medals and certificates. Or even better, a picture of you on stage, reading your valedictorian speech. Sorry if I was a little harsh. But you needed to hear it. You needed to be reminded that your only purpose is to be smart and witty. Girl With The Medals, live up to your name. I'm sorry if I hurt you. But it's a friendly reminder. Hey there, me.