Another day passed. Another day where everything was the same. Another day filled with complete lack of motivation, general sadness, and... just trying to survive until tomorrow. Marcy sighed, closed the door behind her and stepped through her house on auto-pilot, just heading to the bedroom. She looked at her room with the same empty look she had for months now. It was late, but it wasn't really... late. It was only an afternoon. She could do so many things, she could see so many things, she could talk to so many people... and yet... all she really wanted was to curl up in bed. Like yesterday. Like the day before as well... Everything else just felt too much. It was all too draining and too painful.

What started as a simple break from pointless drama, from small but quickly mounting daily annoyances, from responsibilities (aside from work, that she just couldn't take a break from because a girl gotta eat) quickly escalated into a break from... life itself. Annoyed and irritated with things she had no control over, things that happened very fast over a very short period of time she wanted to just step away, wait for everything to blow over, maybe get a better understanding of herself and the events around her. Sadly, all of that seemed to have backfired as she somehow also stepped away from the things that made life fun, things that made life worth living. She found herself deliberately, purposefully wasting time. It was no longer about just taking a quick break before getting back to things that matter. She was off work, back at home, tired but knowing it's still too early to just go to sleep, wasting hours of life just pushing through till the night time, mindlessly existing and trying her hardest to simply not think, about anything and anyone really. Somehow distracting herself with pointless stuff on the internet felt like a better alternative. At least it didn't hurt.

Being there alone, desperately trying not to think about literally anything, all her hobbies felt... boring, sad, pointless, and none of them fun anymore. She stopped reading. She stopped writing. Shows and movies felt like background noise instead of something she actually wanted to watch... Even games began to feel like a chore, not something she'd enjoy. Everything was so horribly bleak and the worst part of it all was that she didn't even notice any of that for months. She was stuck on just trying to get to the next day and forgot that you're supposed to enjoy your time, enjoy your life, enjoy yourself. There she was just mindlessly slipping through. Hours disappeared, days blurred together, and weeks felt like a blink of an eye.

Sitting there now, on the floor, with her pants off and just eating a quick snack in the middle of an afternoon that felt like the darkest night, with her mind tired and empty the scales have slowly began to fall from her eyes. Entire weeks have passed since her last conscious thought and a small spark of light has suddenly showed up in her head - "What if I'd take a walk today? Or maybe I could take a look at that one comic I still have lying around somewhere? I think it was supposed to be fun?" And it was Christmas right around the corner too. Time best spent with family, with people who suppose to love you and care about you. Maybe... maybe things are not supposed to be this bad all the time? Maybe it's time to finally get up and live a little? After all, no one else is going to live your life. You've gotta do that yourself.

And when the scales fell from her eyes later that day (or maybe it was the next day, who knows, she certainly didn't), and she once more saw the light of day, and when she finally felt like she could stand up for herself again... it is a horrible experience to stand there and look at the complete desolation around you. And it's time to pick up the pieces and get your life back together. Because things can only get better from here.

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