I hate mirrors
Yes, I dread mirrors lately and I have decided to avoid them almost entirely. If I'm not washing my face, or combing my hair, then no 'mirror time' for me. They reflect and show you yourself in highest clarity. You look at yourself in the mirror and see, beyond your face, your fast-shriveling soul, your rabidly-desiccating dreams, the ashes and dust that are all that is left of your hopes and ambitions, you see them fading, fading fading away. What happened to that joyful little girl who wanted to be a singer? What happened to that playful little boy who used to dance in the morning? You look into the mirror and it mocks you by just reflecting your question back at you.