JOURNAL ENTRY #2

Friday, 2nd November

2:16 A.M

I'm still drowning. My walls are slowly crumbling.

I can't face myself. I can't look into the mirror.

The glass only reflects what I don't want to see. What I hate about myself.

My cracks are showing. My walls are breaking.

I feel like all I see is the darkness within me Not the light. Never the light.

They say light has many colors. Mine are shades of black.

I want to see the colors reflect from me.

I wish to see myself in the mirror as I want to be. Not as I am.

Juniper.