Sigh.

I've got a reason to be quiet today, and maybe this is one way of God telling me to take it slow. Hopefully, I won't get too emotional by the end of the day to feel so utterly disgusted at myself.

Before I went to my cube, I passed by the restroom and took a good look at myself. I just looked, though pretending not to see, because I knew I would only be deafened by the screams behind the glass...inside the reflection in front of me, of my own reflection. My eyes revealed the weariness of having to go through another day of superficiality, and if the eyes were indeed the window to our soul, for lack of better word for it, I am soul-less, spiritless...listless.

This is the reason why I rarely look at myself in the mirror.