Four

Late last night in my bathroom, I had a conversation with three reflections of myself. One in the main mirror, one in the medicine cabinet mirror, and one a reflection of the medicine cabinet mirror in the main mirror.

Main mirror Michael rambled on about all the bad things in life: deaths of loved ones, severely lacking social life for much of childhood, and the plight of others less fortunate around the world.

I heard my mother, down the hall, softly screaming in her sleep from a nightmare.

Serving as the Main Mirror's foil, twice-reflected Michael summarized all the good things in life: relatively high standard of living, educational opportunities, friends, family, youth and the like.

I thought of good times had recently and couldn't help but smile.

Medicine cabinet Michael presented me with a look toward the future: well, there's college, a career that ideally aligns with my interests and contributes to society, new people to meet, and, maybe, love.

All that would come with time.
I noticed that my forehead creases suddenly looked very noticeable.

Medicine cabinet Michael cut the conversation short with a vague and cliché conclusion; what happens will happen.

I rubbed my eyes and went back to sleep.

Rather Garish.

Here is something I scribbled out in MS Paint approximately a week or two ago.

I'm not sure what it means, exactly. This is just to fill in space until I write a real post.

My thoughts on the end of high school are still swirling around in my head, yet to condense into a coherent idea. Right now, all I know is that a lot of high school was a pain in the ass, some of it was memorable times with friends, and that I'm going to miss all those who were going through the good and the bad alongside me.