When she looks at herself in the mirror, she sees all the things she swore she'd never be. She sees a bottle of pills going down her throat chased by a bottle of vodka. She thinks when did this become me? When I was little a had dreams, dreams of being something big, now the biggest thing she could see herself becoming was a junkie, a nobody. She starves herself so she doesn't gain weight, she takes drugs to numb the pain, and she cuts herself so she can feel something. her heart beats cold, but she questions if it beats at all. She's completely dead inside, but that makes her feel happy. The days just go by, as she watches her money leave her hands and the drugs enter it. A problem she sees to begin, but no one else seems to care. Her love for drugs was more then any other. That's the day when she looked in the mirror, and she saw what she really became, a self destructive monster.