"Why do you like thunderstorms?"

"Because it shows that even natures needs to scream sometimes."

Same shit, different day.

I sat in front of the mirror, seeing all the flaws in me.

I'm so ugly, so ugly.

No matter people don't like me. I can't even look at myself in the mirror.

I'm disgusted of my reflection.

Why do you even live?

"I don't know."

Maybe I shouldn't.

Nobody would care right?

Right...?

I feel like a burden, a burden on those who have so much to achieve, so much to accomplish.

And I'm just dragging them back by hanging around their neck. I'm doing nothing to contribute, I'm just a burden on everyone.

And that's when I saw her for the first time. Even though it was just a flash in the mirror, I saw her.