I walk by the mirror I trapped her in, she looks furious as per usual throwing insults and words at me. I don't blame the poor girl though I am the reason why she can never be free again. I don't know why I try anymore wasting days to forget that I'm losing it. I'm stuck in my old sick and heartless ways...I hate that I'm used to it. I won't admit this to her but the more insults she throws at me, the more my mind starts to wear and thin.

"Another day of insults and meaningless words?"