"It's never good enough..." You mumble into the dark.

It's never enough is it?

Of course not.

You remember thinking you couldn't do it; any of it.

Only you to find you could do it.

Most of it.

What you missed drove you crazy, and you find that's where your delusional thoughts are coming from.

You're driving yourself crazy.

A wild line of laughter escapes your lips as you crawl out of bed.

The pressurse behind your eyes is pounding an unsteady beat, making you walk tipsily to the bathroom down the hall.

The way you've benn keeping to yourself, the sleepness nights, the constant headaches and the bitterness welled in your throat...

You see the friut of your self tormant glaring at you in the mirror.

You're horrifed.

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You're pretty sure you hear a loud snap when your sanity breaks.

You're not completely sure, however.

It could have been the sound of you smashing your head into the glass mirror and shattering the reflection of yourself.

You sway back and forth and watch the broken glass fall from it's place.

You stare at the shattered image of yourself with the same deluded, glazed over look that you glare at most people with.

"I'm not crazy..." You mumble. "You drove me crazy."

And then you realize the person you truely hate is looking at you through the shattered mirror pieces.

You resolve to never see that person again.