I am that mirror in which, when you looked, you didn't see that you were good; you saw that you were afraid of being bad. Afraid that if you said 'no,' they wouldn't love you. Afraid that if you forgave, you'd be lonelier. And you were. And now you're here. And I — with this crooked smile — am the only one who didn't lie to you.

This might be why I hate mirrors... I hate seeing myself...
Yes... I did it all. And now as lonelier as ever... The person who lied the most to me was myself..