One of my three crosses broke this night. Quite an omen, don't you think?

Right when I'm at a crossroad.

So much rage lately, rage at everything and at everyone. Feels like I'm drowning in it and I can't help it.

I'm watching a colder me being created and the thought should scare me but it doesn't. And the fact that I'm not scared should scare me too, but it doesn't either.

When this storm's over, I wonder who I'll see staring back at me from the mirror.