My mirror must just be mistaken. It's flimsy glass full of errors and deformations... Innocently creating ripples and alterations. It just has to be the reason why that the beautiful girl you see... Is nowhere close to the same girl that's appearing only to me.


Tonight I stood crying silent tears in the shower, my anger and sadness mixed in with the water. When I stepped out and dried myself off in the mirror, my eyes held emotions that couldn't be clearer. They held the hatred for him and all he did upon me, including the revenge in my head...I … Continue reading Steaming