When did I get this mirror? It’s just been sitting in my apartment for a while, and I have no clue where it came from. Weird considering it’s literally one of like, three things I own and two of them I sleep on. I know nobody would throw out a perfectly good mirror what with all of the uses you could get out of it. At least I think so…

Well now it’s on my wall. How long has it been since I looked in a mirror? How long has it been since I’ve seen myself? All good questions I’m afraid. I’m not afraid of the questions.

I’m afraid of what it would take to answer them.

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Okay, it’s now or never. Honestly I’d prefer never but everyone who said that is likely dead. Except for me somehow. That brings up a good question actually, how am I alive? Nope, not going into that one right now.

Hah, I shouldn’t be so scared of looking at myself. What rational person would be? It’s not like there’s anything to fear unless you’ve been mauled to death by a bear, and you can’t stand the sight of blood. I haven’t been mauled to death by a bear so I should be fine.

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It wasn’t that bad, it was worse. Just kidding, I’m not that hopeless I think. What shocked me most was how long my now waist-long brown hair had grown out. Well, it didn’t shock me as much as how thin I got. How much muscle mass can a person lose before they stop being able to move? I should find out because I think I might have broken a record.

Or myself.