Mina stares at her reflection in the mirror and she hates what she sees. She didn't know where she was going. She didn't know how she'd gotten to this point. She was at a point in her life where nothing made sense, either that or she just didn't care enough to put the pieces together. As a kid she used to think time moved slowly, so slow she could just watch it as it crawled by. She thought the world was too big, too vast, too populated. So much so that she was just a blip in creation and no one would notice if she was erased. She felt invisible, unloved, she felt like a virus that the happiness out of everything she touched. Because of such insicurities she's always tried to control things. She wasn't perfect, she was far from it and being in control didn't gauruntee that everything would turn out alright. It just meant that she was responsible for all the wrongs and therefore she had an excuse to hate herself. Because God knew she hated herself already, she just needed a reason in case someone ever asked her why. Her eyes water and her lips tremble, she bites her bottom lip to still them.  She thought she was far from feeling this way. She thought she was over feeling like she was worthless. She could have sworn that her self hatred evaporated the day she realized he loved her just the way she was. She'd been wrong to think so. He'd told her time and time again that he loved her no matter what she did, that he loved her dispite her flaws but she just cou