BLACK SCREEN: CHARLOTTE Do I have an original thought in my head, my dandruff riddled head? CUT TO: INT. CHARLOTTE’S WRITING ROOM Dandruff speckles Charlotte’s hair. Tilt down from Charlotte’s head to her acne-d face CHARLOTTE Ugh, and my permanently acne-d face. Maybe if I were happier, my acne would go away. CUT TO: CHARLOTTE Life is short; I need to make the most of it. Today is the first day of the rest of my life. I’m a walking cliche. CUT TO: CHARLOTTE I really need to go to the doctor and have my leg checked. There’s something wrong. Oh well. CUT TO: CHARLOTTE The dentist called again, I’m way overdue. If I stopped putting things off, I would be happier. All I do is sit on my- Insert Charlotte’s flat ass. CHARLOTTE Flat ass, if my- Insert Charlotte’s flat ass. CHARLOTTE Ass wasn’t flat I would be happier. I wouldn’t have to wear shirts with the tails out all the time; like that’s fooling anyone. Insert Charlotte’s flat ass. CHARLOTTE Flat ass. I should start jogging again. Charlotte jogging. CHARLOTTE Five miles a day; really do it this time. Charlotte doing yoga. Maybe yoga; I need to turn my life around. What do I need to do? I need to fall in love. I need a boyfriend. Charlotte with boyfriend. I need to read more; improve myself. Charlotte learning Russian. Maybe I should learn Russian or something. Charlotte playing piano. Or take up an instrument. I could speak Chinese. I could be the screenwriter who speaks Chinese and plays the piano. That would be cool. I should get my hair cut short; I’ve never done that before. It’d be a cool change. Make me look cooler. Eh. How pathetic is that? Just be real. Confident. Isn’t that what guys are attracted to? He doesn’t have to be that attractive. But that’s not true, he needs to be pretty hot. Charlotte checking hot guys out. I feel like I put as much pressure on men as they put on me. Well women. I shouldn’t do that. I can’t do that. Why should I be made to feel like should apologize for my existence? Maybe it’s my brain chemistry. Brain science. Maybe that’s what’s wrong with me. Bad chemistry... all my problems and anxiety can be reduced to a chemical imbalance or some kind of misfiring synapses. I need to get help from them; but I’ll still be ugly though. Nothing is going to change that.