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I hate mirrors. I hate everything about them. But the worst part is looking at a mirror, and being able to see yourself reflected back at you. Yourself in your purest, most… most quintessential form.

I hate it. I hate how looking at myself makes me feel. It scares me, the way my own eyes stare into me. The way how it… copies my every move, how it is me, fully and entirely. It almost feels mocking. Look at yourself and all your imperfections, you’ll never like what you see when you look in the mirror, hate yourself for it. Strive for an impossible goal, because you fear the thing looking back at you more than you fear the harm that comes with working for a goal like that.

… so I hate them.

I also hate how they crack. Whenever I look at mirrors, they always… splinter, break, shatter, and I’m left to stare at myself in the broken reflection. It’s not normal. Other people don’t have this problem, I know they don’t.

Without fail. Every time I look at my reflection, the mirror shatters.

It’s scary. Startles me each time it happens. I can never explain it, either. I’ve given up trying. Nobody really realizes it’s me doing it, anyways, but. I think I’d prefer it that way.

How do I explain it to someone? That’s almost just as terrifying as the mirrors themselves. If I admit it was me, I admit that I fucked up somehow, because how else would I have broken it?

I don’t know. I just hate mirrors. I don’t know if this’ll mean anything to you.

FOLLOW-UP NOTES

... Aside from the mirrors that shatter when looked at, this statement isn’t... too remarkable. Ms. Winters makes an... interesting argument for why she hates mirrors, but the reasons aside from the shattering aren’t exactly supernatural material.