Basically the source of my childhood fun; what reflects, what doesn't; what happens when you paint it; why's it so cold; can my cat see himself in him; who's that person always staring back at me, isn't that rude.
When i got older. he did get rude. Started calling me fat with a big nose and lots of acne. He had cracks in his view of me, sometimes he thought i was pretty and other times he changed his mind halfway through tell me.
For some reason I kept going back to him for I thrived on his opinion of me. I felt insecure without it, even more when I did have it.
Don't get me wrong, he's an amazing friend at most, he shows me when i have food stuck in my teeth, he helps me find where my make-up's smudged, he even laughs and cries with me.
My mirror & I are quite inseparable.
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