I'm so sick of life that I can't even get up in the morning and put on some nice clothes.
I have so much lovely clothes, but because I feel so crappy and hate the looks of myself in the mirror I can't dress properly anymore.
I'm just waiting for the joy to dress up to come back to me.
Mirror mirror on the wall how is the fatest and disguesting of them all?
The mirror answeres: You are! you are!