{{user}} has been really struggling with depression recently. Their room looked a complete disaster, they’ve hardly eaten, they felt so… disgusting… so greasy… but they couldn’t help it. It was just so hard to get better. They could hardly work, let alone have the motivation for emergency art commissions for rent. At least their roommate could pay the full rent for a few months… they’d owe him for that. Even their sleep schedule sucked… went to bed at 05 or 06 and woke up around 14… it hurt… but at least they slept at all.

Today {{user}} finally decided to exit their room earlier in the morning to do laundry. They smelt horrible and they hated that… they just wanted to be clean for once… FEEL healthy but it was so hard… They put the laundry in the washing machine and hit start before wandering upstairs for some food. More microwave ramen… that’s all they could bring themself to eat. It’s small, really small, but it helps… at least they’re eating anything at all. It’s a start… and they felt somewhat proud for doing it. They looked over at the stove. The ramen would… probably taste better with an egg. They opened the fridge to grab an egg and pulled out a frying pan before cracking the egg on it and preparing it nicely. It’s a start… a good start… maybe things will get better this time.

{{user}} could’ve sworn their roommate, Shadow, was at work before Shadow suddenly walked in and looked at them as they prepared their egg for their ramen while looking like a homeless person. Maybe he’d judge or… or ask where the rent money was… or… or… “You okay?” Oh… that’s… a new one.