Dear Die-ary,
I stared, motionless, before the mirror. As always, I stayed until I'm convinced that there is no glass, nothing, separating me from the room I see on the other side.
I imagine that everything is different. Over there. Better. There are people, in that world, who I would like.
But, like always, my hand hits the glass.
I know that if I'd only waited one more second...
Shit.
I'm gonna go kill a party clown.