1 week later...
I finally decided to get out off bed and do something with my life, or what's left of it.
I found a black skirt, a white blouse, and a pair of red high heels and placed them on my bed.
I entered the bathroom and turned the bath tap on, then I jumped on my bed and started looking through my phone to see if I could find a job. After everything that's happened, a job would be a great way to get my mind off things. Or so I thought.
After taking a bath and getting ready, I had toast and rushed out of my apartment, glad to feel the cold wind against my face.
The online job application I filled out and submitted this morning was accepted, so I put the address they sent me via email on my car GPS and began driving.
'It's going to get better,' I whispered to myself, 'it has has to get better.'