Dear Diary, sorry I don't think I'll sleep tonight. I don't know how to feel about myself, some days I feel like the most pretty person alive and in the next second I'm jumping off a cliff because I saw my reflection in the mirror.
I think I'm afraid of mirrors for some reason, they are kinda... eerie or whatever you spell it. They seem so elegant and fragile, I don't like them reflecting my flesh. They shouldn't watch me breath and live, the mirrors are jealous, they only have prettiness but we have the flesh that makes us live.
oh shit weird rant sorry
I don't think I'm afraid of anything else, I kill spiders easily, I love heights, and uhh idk I can't think of anything else.
I do hate the sound of people running, like fastly, the sound of it in a wooden floor freaks me the fuck out for some reason. Makes me anxious.