I’m in an Abusive Relationship with My Mirror
Welcome to the self-hatred society
If it wasn't for all the bad luck, I'd smash every mirror in my house.
I hate them. Every time I have to look into them it takes all of my willpower not to immediately look away. The longer I look, the wider the chasm in my stomach becomes, until I feel like I’m being swallowed by a void of my own…