I think I know the thing started it, that encouraged it, that pushed me over the edge. That mirror. That god forsaken 5 foot long mirror that hung directly in front of my bed. Every morning when I woke up I saw the disgrace instead of the good. I saw the ugly instead of the beautiful. Every night before I went to sleep I saw the makeupless valueless person I didn't want to be. The only way to stop seeing it, was to turn the light out and let darkness engulf all. That stupid goddamn mirror.
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Nobody Cares
HorrorI've come to the realization that nobody cares unless you're pretty, dying, or dead.
