son of a peach.

Dear My Mirror,

As you are most likely aware, I did a bit of room cleaning a couple of days ago. I made my bed, wiped YOU, and vacuumed the crap out of the place.

And everything was pretty good until YOU decided to house a spider colony and ruin my life this morning when I came over rushing (because I was running out of time, I was gonna be late, coz I always am, and that's what I do - I rush!!) to do my make up.

It is YOU, Mirror, that makes me and my sister feel so unsafe now in our own room.


Thanks for that,

P