A story about mirrors:

More then a year ago, in an effort to lift my spirits, my wife drew a cute picture on the mirror above my bathroom sink. It was sexy and provacative, and 6 days later, she asked me about it. "Did you find that funny?" "Did you find that cute?"

I hadn't seen it, though when I looked, it was obvioulsy apparant.

I can't look myself in the eye, and if you can't do that, you're one big, fat liar.

Self hatered is an unnatural act. I get that, and I understand that it is unappropriate. But I am light years away from self-love.

Light years....

b.