She seemed different today. She was more sad than usual. Her normally bright eyes were dull. She didn’t want to eat or drink or go out. Her room lay in a mess. Her clothes were the same pair from last night. She didn’t want to get up from her bed. The jokes on TV didn’t make her laugh. Her feet felt tired. Her voice was low, not the usual bubbly one. Little things would make her erupt into tears. The sun seemed harsh. Nothing caught her interest. The news was a bore, with the same old crimes playing on repeat. She felt lonely and wished for companionship. She was a lost soul, looking for an anchor. She was tired of being strong. She was just looking for a way out. She didn’t wanna feel this way…that girl..that girl was me.