I can't look into the mirror anymore. I don't know what it is that I'm seeing but it isn't me. It's a garbled mess of patterns, outlines and colors that barely has my silhouette.
Like an hour or two ago I had a crisis (arguably the worst one since the last two years, I'm surprised that I'm not in the ER right now) and I walked up to the mirror (that usually helps me calm down a bit) and started crying.
After a moment, my reflection just contorted into this thing. It grinned at me. And I was fucking mortified.
I have hallucinations all the time and I've more or less gotten used to most things, but that. That was the most primal, pure terror I've ever felt.
I covered up both my mirrors with a cloth.
Idk if I can sleep tonight.
I just can't live like this. I've already been through so much and still, I'm constantly going through shit I couldn't wish on the worst person on this planet.
My childhood was nothing but trauma.
My teens are whatever you want to call this state of unending misery.
I don't wanna know what my adult "life" is gonna be.
Just fucking kill me. I hate this. All of this.
Like an hour or two ago I had a crisis (arguably the worst one since the last two years, I'm surprised that I'm not in the ER right now) and I walked up to the mirror (that usually helps me calm down a bit) and started crying.
After a moment, my reflection just contorted into this thing. It grinned at me. And I was fucking mortified.
I have hallucinations all the time and I've more or less gotten used to most things, but that. That was the most primal, pure terror I've ever felt.
I covered up both my mirrors with a cloth.
Idk if I can sleep tonight.
I just can't live like this. I've already been through so much and still, I'm constantly going through shit I couldn't wish on the worst person on this planet.
My childhood was nothing but trauma.
My teens are whatever you want to call this state of unending misery.
I don't wanna know what my adult "life" is gonna be.
Just fucking kill me. I hate this. All of this.


