October 23rd, 2011 Sunday night
Dear Greta... I look at you, and I think.. god, you truly are pathetic with your cigarette smile, and tear stained eyes. I tell you your worthless, and will amount to nothing, then you let out a chuckle and ask me to look around, you say there isn't anyone else with me, I blink and they blink, I begin to cry and they do they same. I look into this mirror and I ask it it's name, no reply, I ask again, no reply.. I cry softly and fall to the floor, staring at my own reflection, hating the mirror more than life itself.