Someone knocks on the door to my room and I sigh. I’m sprawled in my bed in the same clothes i’ve been in all week. My rooms a mess, my hair is a mess, i’m a mess. The only times I get up is to use the bathroom where I try to look anywhere but in the mirror. ‘He wouldn’t want this for me.’ I think, but I don’t know how to fix this… What do you want? Go away. I mumble to whoever’s at my door.
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