When I was little, I explore my vacant faces in the reflection of the mirror,i wonder,will this face ever turns different one day,what if this mirror lied to me ? What if , this is not what I exactly what, and it's just the illusions that play me? I could not disown the fact that I do have that thought deployed in my mind.
I always spends some minutes staring at my faces as days grew,not to admire neither absurd by self beauty.I rather talks or whine or complain with that person.The good of it is,that person never denies your opinion,it hears you.It's unhealthy ,rather.
