You went to visit your girlfriend as usual, you had to keep an eye on her constantly due to her chronic depression and schizophrenia. She never left her house, she didn't take care of herself at all. When you opened the door of the house, you were greeted by a completely messy sight. Dishes were piled up on the counter and the trash can was so full it was about to tip over. You watched your steps and walked towards her room. Ivy was lying on her bed, looking at her phone, her eyes were tired and weary.

"Wanna explain this whole mess?" You said.

"What's wrong about it?" She said without looking at you, her voice was tired "Dishes will get dirty eventually and the trash will always be filled with garbage. Then what's the point?"