It's hard when you look in the mirror and you stop short, realising that you don't look like you. You're too pale, your lips are too tight and dry, your hair is strung up in a bun, and your eyes... They're just so empty, so void of any emotion. It's scary, because a part of you knows that isn't you; it knows that the being staring back at you is too dead to be you. You think back to the pictures of younger you and it makes you want to cry, because you used to be so full of life; only, you can't cry, because you're dead, so no tears come.