DAY 128, 06:54 PM.

she was tired.

tired of crying, tired of drinking, tired of calling, tired of throwing and breaking things, tired of doing the same things every night.

she felt like she had already cried out all her tears.

she felt nothing, she felt numb.

she stared at her dark and messy apartment; vases and glasses broken, empty bottles of wine filled the tabletop, red stains on the floor.

for the past 4 months, she never went outside.

now, she thinks maybe it's time to finally forget and start anew.