QueenB00

I can't stand the sight of my reflection. Every time I see her, I cringe. Look at her - the dark shadows beneath her eyes, the slumped shoulders, the half-empty gaze that stares back at me. She's disgusting. She's a monster. She's me. But is she real? Am I real? I don't know. Maybe she's the real one and the reason she looks the way she does is because she always sees me and is terrified that something horrible will happen. Maybe I'm the real one and I'm terrified that she's going to let that something occur. Or maybe we're just the same person and I'm letting my thoughts become too unraveled. There's no such thing as another side to a