My very very bad absolutely no good day yesterday

Possibly triggering topics ig????

So, yesterday was Sunday. Cool, right? Sure, school's tomorrow but that's tomorrow, who cares!

Apparently I didn't care enough about that part.

So imagine you're me, and you wake up. What do you do?

YOU STAY IN BED.

That's right, we're staying in bed. Chilling. A phone in hand, rolling from one side to another, burying your face in a plushie.

Just staying in bed.

It's two hours now!! You should brush your teeth, or shower. You can feel the sweat on your skin. It's unpleasant. At least put on some proper clothes.

Nah, you're staying in bed.

You've woken up at 6AM, an now it's 8AM.

You're still in bed.

You still didn't bother to do anything.

You read through whatever shitty story you've found. Minutes after minutes. Hours after hours.

You eventually get up. Congratulations! You're moving! But it's only to the bathroom and back.

Your hair feel greasy. Your scalp itches. What happened? You take pride in your hair? How come you've let it get that bad?

Whatever.

You distract yourself from how disgusting you feel with your phone.

Try to forget how your face feels under your fingertips. How it looks like.

It's well past midday now.

You still haven't eaten anything.

You've felt hungry before. Felt your stomach twisting. Heard it demand for food. Now it hurts. It will pass.

You instead focus on yet another shitty story. It doesn't hit the spot. Reading isn't much fun now.

Hour passed.

You've decided It's time enough for a snack.

You get out of bed.

Congratulations!

You wander over to your desk. There's a pack of corn cereal. Almost all eaten. Less than a half. Maybe a quarter.

You take it and go back to bed.

You sneak under the covers. Familiar buzz of power strip with your phone charger plugged in fills you ears as you eat the dry cereal.

You deserve it. Your body doesn't.

Your body doesn't deserve to eat. You do.

Your self hatred is bigger than your egoistical self adoration.

You finish the little cereal you had and don't get anything else.

You go to TikTok now.

You still have my little pony infection AUs on your for you page.

You don't hate it. You like seeing how creative people can get.

You see a TikTok of "A diary of a time looper" animation.

You want to check it out.

You fell down the rabbit hole.

You read the fanfiction. You watch the animation. You listen to the audio drama.

It's fun.

You read sequels made by other users.

It's late now.

You still haven't done anything meaningful.

You have a sister. You didn't talk to her.

You have a mom. You didn't talk to her.

You have a father. You didn't talk to him, as always. Good. Don't break that streak.

It's late.

It's around 8PM now.

You get out of bed.

Congratulations!

You go to the kitchen.

You look through what you can eat.

You settle on six of something pizza roll adjacent.

You take your meds. You started new ones on Saturday.

You finally drink water.

Congratulations!

You grab yourself a lollipop too.

Congratulations!

You go to another room.

You grab a towel.

You go to see you sister.

You talk briefly.

Congratulations!

You drag yourself to the bathroom.

You stare at yourself in the mirror.

You look like a mess. Worse.

Your skin is sticky from sweat, the itchiness of your scalp makes you want to rip it off, the greasiness of your hair makes cutting it all off very tempting.

You teeth are gross. Your mouth tastes sour.

You shed your sweat soaked clothes and go to shower.

The hot water cleanses your skin. Not enough.

You spend half an hour under the water.

You've washed your hair. You feel good about that.

Congratulations!

You put your clothes back on.

You go to your room.

You sit at your desk.

You decided to play your favorite game.

Just one level.

You play just one level.

It's fun. Not really. But it's nice.

You go to sleep at around 9PM.

You can't fall asleep.

You occupy yourself with your phone.

It's past 2AM.

You finally feel tired.

You fell asleep.

Congratulations!

Now is today's.

It's 6AM.

Wake up.

It's Monday.

Today's school.

And so, you drag yourself out of bed.

Congratulations! But you didn't really had a choice.

You're tired. You feel numb. You don't want to.

You get ready anyway.