As I looked at the reflection staring back at me, I could not help but cry as I could not recognize the person looking back at me, this mirror seemed to be blurry some how as I tried to comprehend the vision before me I shattered looking back at a girl who hardly knew who she was. Who was this infront of me, who is she? Why is she like this? I had so many questions for her so many questions yet no answer, rhetorical as they were they still had no answers. I starred at her she starred at me I starred at her for as long as I could, how long you ask? Less than a minute, why? 1 because I had no answers for her,2 I felt embarrassed but the shame why I also do not know yet shame engulfed me from the tips of my toes to the crown of my head I looked away to embarrassed to look at myself to ashamed to answer the questions to. And there right there in the bright of the morning of yet another battle with insomnia I looked away tired from the previous tossing and turning from the night before, there I laid trying to drown out the noise in my head, surprisingly everytime I thought I'm over this replay of a sad situation another popped up right after, it was like I had my own audience in my head watching my past, present and debating the odds of my future. An endless series of every "fuck up" I had on constant play with a few pauses of judgement ridicule and critics from who you ask? ME ME ME MEMEME MENEMEMMEME ME AMD ALSO ME what I had noticed that night was that apart from my own voice screaming atrocities at me so were the voices of my long list of judges which you will get to meet as we devour each scenario as if it were a scrumptious delictable piece of cake or how I wish.