- Kurt Vonnegut
I don’t like to look at my reflection so much now, because the girl who looks back at me doesn’t seem like she’s me. She looks like I did a month ago, save the hollow eyes and dark circles, and I know it’s impossible that I look the same on the outside, when inside is confused and twisted and ripped.
Just now I looked into the mirror, while talking to myself, as I do, and I saw crazy in my eyes. And I will admit it scared me.