"We can order in, right?" Esmeralda asked. She felt and looked like shit. She did not want to go out. She was feeling so miserable that she did not wish to leave her bed. Last night, she just got her periods and the emotions that she was feeling multiplied by many times and here she was now. She was feeling so lethargic that she could not leave her house today. She was not just feeling lethargic but fucking depressed. She knew that she was one of those people who were so obsessed with themselves yet last night she was dreaming about death and how liberating she felt while dying. Yes, it was at this moment she knew that her mental health had gone down. You see, the tumbling graph of mental health is no joke. You could be happy like the world is ending today and the next day you felt like dying and how this life is too big that it was not passing. And the depressing atmosphere created by periods just multiplies every feeling thousand folds.