January 19th, 2022

Today, my simpleminded mistress came to this mirror in search of answers. She posed in such ghastly ways, and she cried to me about how ugly she felt, not knowing someone else was listening, of course. She honestly was so pitiful, yet, I feel no pity for this unsightly thing. How could I? I myself do not disagree with her, she is as ugly as sin, and off one's trolley. Yet, I myself can not stop but stare, as I myself are nailed to this chair.