She's gotten so mentally exhausted that she's sunk into her bed and all she wanted was to sleep the days away, and nothing else really much mattered.
'It's just a bad day, not a bad life.'
And now she has faith, that she'll be all geared up, after a good rest.
You write pretty well. You should be a poet. I didn't know you can write so good. Me is jelly.
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