I stare at the reflection of who I am now. Not the girl I used to be, who loved and cherished every moment of life.

Now I look at who I am, and I see a fragile person staring back. Someone who can't be the person I once was. Because this person has been through hell and back over the past three years. Ever since my father died.

I put my hand against the mirror, seeing myself reflect the motion, are hands touching. I mourn for the girl I once was, who didn't endure the pain i went through.

Losing my home and the one person who loved me, my father. Living on the streets of my town, barley eating enough to stay alive. I look into this mirror, looking thinner than the last time I looked into it. Looking tired, grieving for anyone to care.

I turn around and leave the shop, I can't get anything here. I go back to the strip in the alley and greet my fellow neighbors who sleep out here with me. At least we have eachother to keep us sane, to keep us able to be here maybe just a little bit longer.