the girl walks after the day, although the day her day is never really over, and steps into her mirrored shower. she turns on the cold water, so the steam would not ruin the reflection of the mirror, and closes her eyes. for a moment only, she feels at peace, that her world has come together and everything is just 'right'. She opens her eyes; too soon, she can see her makeup being washed off her face like black and blue tears. she stairs at her own reflection and begins to weep. how could she have let her life come to this? she asks herself out loud, "how did i get here?", and begins to think of her life before, before it happened. but what has changed really?
but somewhere, there is a boy, who feels like he has failed. he feels as though that for the moment that the burdens of life, not just his, but everyone's, were on his shoulders, he failed.
well its all because he talked to himself.
so did the girl.
don't talk to yourself you creepy schizophrenic.
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