We need to talk.
Don't look at me like that, you knew this was coming. Why, just the other day when we saw each other, there was that spark of realization ever expanding within your brain that was so clearly obvious. This had to happen. You had this coming.
Now, now, there is no need for hysterics. Calm yourself. I just want for once to have a rational discussion with you without you getting yourself into a state. So, please, just listen before you react. I have some things I want to say, and I won't feel better until I say them.
Please don't look at me like that! This is one of the things I wanted to talk to you about; the look of wild panic that comes across your face every time a conversation carries a modicum of substance. Not everything can be about kittens, and rainbows, and what you watched on TV last night. No, I'm not asking you to control your emotions. A robot? No, I would not rather have you become a robot. I'm just saying when your eyes go wide like that I have a very hard time controlling my feelings. My feelings of anger, that is.
Would you please stop crying? I really didn't mean to upset you like this. I'm just expressing myself. Like you express yourself by writing in those journals of yours. No, I didn't mean that as an insult. I swear. Honest. I'm never purposefully offending you. But, you have to admit this happens a lot. Whenever someone mentions one of your vast insecurities you start up like this. So, maybe, you could work on toughening yourself up a bit. I think it would do us both a world of good. The world could be so much less complicated if we aren't out there tripping over our feelings.
These past fews months, (or lets face it, years) have been a little rough for the both of us. While I have tried to hold strong for the both of us, you seem to be spinning wildly out of control. Doing you hair in increasingly ridiculous styles, and making those faces at me when you think I'm not looking. Those looks of sadness, and anger, and don't get me started on the leering. You really need to control yourself. I mean, I understand it to a certain degree, but all the time? Come on. It's time to pull yourself together.
No, I won't go on forever. I just wanted to bring up the matter of managing your emotions a little better. I think that if you were able to manage that we would get along living together splendidly. So, all I am asking you for is just to give it a try.
Alright, good talk Mirror, good talk.