“Her bitterness. It envelopes me if I let it. Where did she come from? She wasn’t always there. So many questions.
I’m curious about her. Though, not too curious. She seems to feed off of that.
There is one thing. A clue, perhaps.
Maybe it will explain this whole thing. Though, I don’t yet know what it means.
She left a note for me on the mirror. The words on the paper were burned in.
“You are me and I am you.”
I could never be her. Right? RIGHT?
I don’t know what it all MEANS!”
This has been