"I hate this," she said, curling up in the blanket on the couch. Her eyes were unfocused as she stared to the side looking at nothing in particular. "I hate feeling like this."

...

'I don't get why I get like this. I feel anxious, I can't think."

...!

She wraps the blanket a little tighter around her shoulders. "I shouldn't be this pathetic but I feel like everything is weighing on me extra hard tonight. I want to cry, I want to scream, I want to die. I can't focus, I can't get up."

Hey...!

She started to rock softly back and forth in a soothing pattern, her hair lightly tilting with the movement. She continued to sit unfocused. Tears starting to well up in her eyes. The blanket draws tighter. Her body mildly shaking. Her head leaning on the cushion.

Hey, I need to eat!

"Huh?" she mentions as she looks at her hand jittering. "...oh yeah."

...

As she placed the empty mug down by her empty plate, she let out a soft exhale, flopping casually against the seat back. "I really wish I knew how *not* to get to that point..." she muttered to herself, turning on the TV in front of her.