What if, mirrors aren't just our reflections, but actually ourselves, but living a different life. What if it only stops & looks the same when you look at it, but as soon as you look away, your own different lives continue?
I don’t give a fuck if you hurt my feelings, just do it. To be honest, I’ll be even more hurt if you don’t tell me since you think that I can’t handle the truth in the first place. I don’t want you to sugarcoat every little detail and make me read between the lines. I have too many people like that in my life already and I hate it. Even if I don’t listen to you, I still want to know what’s up. Be real with me, I’ll get over it.