I look in the mirror. But no I don't see me. Not anymore. I see a version of myself from four years ago. This little girl, so innocent, so free. She's a stranger to me now. I feel so rotten. Like I'm nothing. Like I've become everything I swore I wouldn't. And I don't know why. Maybe I'm just broken like this. Maybe the reason for all of my pain, for all of my anguish. Is me.
