Reflection.

There's a voice in my head telling me why I should hate you, but I hate myself instead. There's a pair of dead eyes in the mirror looking back at me. I guess it's wrong to live life so lifelessly.

I don't even know what on Earth is going on. This is weird. This is really weird. Oh well. I'll figure things out, I guess. When I do, you'll be sorry because next time, I will no longer give a damn. It'll all be over and done with after midnight.

My willpower will win. It always wins.