[i don’t understand how you’ve become so illogical]
Sometimes I’ll get up at night because I’m thirsty or need to slake some biological need. During these times, I’m terrified to look in the mirror. No, this is not a vanity thing. I’m afraid I’ll see something otherworldly and nightmareish. I am awake enough to tell myself that I am being stupid and irrational, yet I still refuse to look at my reflection out of a fear I will be someone or something else. Then, in the morning, one of the first things I do is go to the mirror and tell myself I am, indeed, still me.
I haven’t been scared like that in a very long time.
