Covered Mirrors

     

Posted by: xipatrick on: April 2012

Entry ½ Dear Journal, I’ve come to realize that no one wants to know your back story. People don’t care why you do what you do, why you scream and yell non-stop, tense up when people touch you, say mean and nasty things because someone is looking. They just want you to stop. They just want you to behave, get good grades, and look happy while doing it. And I was doing that. As a matter of fact, I was doing it fashionable well. But, when things went from bad, which seemed normal, to worse, I began to questions the fictional part of MY story, the fake part of OUR lives, the fronts WE were keeping up. And what I found changed my life forever. MIRRORS.