I was getting ready for school, started doing my hair in the mirror, don't judge me but I was feeling quite spectacular today. I look at myself in the mirror and say with effort 'mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the baddest bitch of them all?' 'not you, you look like splattered fish guts' 'thanks, that's exactly what I needed for a Monday'.
It started about a year ago when I had just recently come home from France with my friends and I brought home a mirror, little did I know what type of mirror I had. It took a couple weeks before it actually started telling me how I looked, at first I thought I was just dreaming but I wasn't, I actually had a really rude, snarky, jealous mirror in my room. You're probably wondering why I never got rid of it, it's because I honestly like the honesty sometimes, it feels good to know someone may actually be telling the truth, if I ever feel like I've had enough I break the mirror, easy. 'If you break me who's gonna tell you when you look like cow shit' 'I'm sure I can handle it myself, thanks for the feedback though hunny 😘'
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