dense tinsel
I looked in the mirror, only to see someone strange, a mixture of someone who used to exist and me. That little girl, that bright, cheerful, energetic little girl, she was once me, back when everything seemed okay. Back when my parents were still together, my grandma was still alive, when we had all of our pets alive... Back when everything wasn't dark, when I was oblivious. Standing in the bathroom, seeing that mixture of the shell I am now and that cheerful young girl I once was, I feel.... Numb. Like it's happened far too many times to the point where I feel nothing. Recently nothing has been feeling right, like I'm just a shadow controlling a empty body. Perhaps, it may be time for a better new year, one without me