I'm Portia. I love me. I'm so great.

The boys in kindergarten are so cute. I'm in kindergarten. I have a boyfriend. He is James. James is ok. But I love Portia.

I walk to him. "James I hate you!"

He responds. "Why?"

"Why what?"

James is angry. "Why do you hate me?"

"Because I love Portia."

I put a bug in his pants. It felt nice. I love Portia.

I go to the bathroom. There is a mirror. I see myself. I'm so beautiful.

Portia has a face. I love her face. I love Portia.