I look closely at my face in the mirror each day. I stare for far too long. I examine the pores, the bumps, the wrinkles, all of the imperfections which have worsened over the years. I am thankful that my vision has degraded so much. Seeing the truth of this face would break me.
What has happened to me? There was I time that I considered myself, if not attractive, at least not ugly.
Morphine Ghost
This awful, old face.
You cannot unread recognition.
Had I known how quicly I would age, how horribly my face would alter, I would have eaten the barrel of a rifle decades ago.