Are You Happy?

Dear Mich,
Are you happy? The girl sitting here isn't. This girl wishes you well. She wishes that whatever befalls upon her would not be inflicted upon you. She peers through her cracked glasses and welcomes each day anew. She beams and believes that with each new day, the catalystic moment would arrive and magically remove her grinding moments. Mich, what about you? Can you teach this girl a trick or two? Oh silly me, there I go again, verbalizing my thoughts to this mirror of mine. You must excuse me for this oddity. Really, I ought to tuck that in its drawer now. I'll see you around, Mich, at the next mirror.

Cheers,
The Girl