Honey, This Mirror Isn't Big Enough

I like mirrors. I always have. Not to look at myself in, but... I dunno. I like the thought that you could distort images using glass that showed yourself. I'm not making sense, I know, but... I dunno.

I like mirrors, though. They intrigue me. Distorted images, etc. But, question. Can a mirror distort your soul? I'm always going to be looking for a mirror that won't do that to me. My soul is probably very beautiful, and my mirrors never seem to capture that beauty. At least, not to me. Every mirror I've ever owned has always highlighted my flaws, my weaknesses, not my strengths. But those faults have always been shallow, never deep enough in me to not show through.

But, honey, these mirrors aren't big enough to show the person I want everyone to see. They aren't big enough to show my true beauty.

I've got two secrets that I'm going to make for PostSecret. I'll send them off next week, maybe.

I'm just so... I dunno. I was leaving M-town today for Mo-town, and I was just REALLY uncomfortable. I don't get this bad this often, but... I was just sitting there, trying to listen to some music that I'm familiar with, and... it wasn't working. I leaned back my chair and I cried silently to myself. My tears didn't come out, thank goodness, but I felt terrible.

I got to see one of my best friends EVER today. I'll probably make a post all about him, since he's more family to me now that just my friend.

Nothing is really going on now. I'm just waiting to find some pictures that will help me express myself to Frank Warren.

Until later, then.