Dear Die-ary,

"I stared motionless,
before the mirror,
as always,
I stayed until I am convinced that there is no glass,
nothing,
separating me from the room I see on the other side.
I imagine that everything is different.
Over there.
Better.
There are people,
in that world,
who I would like.
But as always,
my hand hit the glass.
I know that if I'd only waited just one more second..."
~Johnny