Ir's having a bad day today.
Ir's looking at her razor today.
Ir woke up in the morning, and saw that her world was grey.
Ir did not want to leave her bed. There were so many things to do, yet none of them meant anything to her.
But they meant getting on with her life.
Ir took a long time to get out of bed, and dragged her feet into the bathroom.
Ir looked into the mirror, and saw a face staring back. It was pale, dull and puffy. The eyes that started back at her were almost as lifeless as a corpse.
Ir put her brush down, and walked back to her bed.
Ir curled herself up into a ball, and pulled the sheet over her head.
Ir was coming down with it again.
And the long battle began.
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