I want to smash them. All of them. They shouldn't exist, they shouldn't be in my house, they shouldn't be at my school. They shouldn't be there. I walk in my bathroom, they're there. I walk in my hallways, they're there. Not to mention the fact that they're everywhere at school. They must be destroyed, all of them.
I hate the. I cant look at one without wanting to cry. I look at one and can't help but to feel sick inside. Who would make such a thing? those mirrors, the mirrors must be destroyed. Life would be so much better if they just disappeared. I look in one and hate what I see. No matter how many I smash, no matter how many I cover up, they will always be there, and I will always be reminded.
How am I expected to keep keeping on knowing what others are faced to see day after day? How can I live with myself knowing what my face can do to the human eye? Can they see the disgusting creature I feel I am, can they see what I see every time I look in the mirror? Are my eyes deceiving me? the air is starting to feel a little thin, I'm feeling dizzy and disgusting, how can I live? How can I do anything knowing what my figure does to others?
I'm a goner, there's no denying it. I can't be saved, but I can save others if I hide my face and body. Why should I make others see what I see every day? I won't do it. I'm weak, I feel beaten down, I'm slipping away, why should I make others feel the same about themselves? I must destroy these mirrors, the mirrors are messing with my mind, I scream for help. NO, I must cry for it. This, this is my cry for help.
When I look in the mirror, all I see is a bunch of disfigured shapes piled onto a big blob. My vision is blurred beyond comprehension after looking in the mirror. How can I live with myself knowing what I look like? I can't handle it anymore, what can I do to save myself from this disaster? Can I even do anything? Will I ever be able to escape my reflection?
The mirror is what deceives us most, don't trust the mirror. The mirror messes with your head and makes believe things that you shouldn't believe. Never trust the mirrors. I need to destroy every last one of them, those mirrors. If I don't, what's the point of destroying any?
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Casualethis is a story about a teenager, they have no name, no face, no gender. well, at least that's what it's like for them. this is a story about their battle, fighting depression, that is. this my friends, is what depression is like to them.
