I keep going back to it. That one episode where she goes crazy and slits her wrist. I can't seem to get that one image out of my mind. Of her sitting on the bathroom floor with her back against the wall. Her mascara smudged across her almost perfect porcelain cheeks and her hand resting lifelessly on the tiles with blood oozing out of her wrist.
I look at my reflection in the mirror. There's no mascara smudged across my face. No blood oozing out of my wrist. Just a regular face. Rough dark skin dotted with a couple of pimples. Glasses that don't really stand out and hair that seems to fall in place without actually being combed. I don't consider myself ugly. It's just that this face doesn't seem to represent the fucked up I feel in my head. It doesn't act out the crazy it's supposed to. Not the way the girl's in the TV show does. My face is slightly square shaped. Stable. Simple. Normal. But I feel anything but normal.
