She feels like putting a bullet through her head. She doesn’t know why. It’s just one of those days.
She knows that emotions are a by-product of her hormone addled brain. This feeling to self hurt is temporary and it will pass but this time she’s afraid. She always finds a way to avoid “discomfort”. Bordering on the irrational, her mind wanders far away, lost in thoughts of a better day. But they can’t satisfy that nervous energy building up in her gut. She feels utterly miserable and helpless, a queer revulsion at her state. Her attempts at progress and change lie defeated with the rest of the pile.
“Help would always be given to those who ask for it. “
This time, there is no escape.
She knows that she’s losing herself and Janus is right outside the door. She’ll have to stand up and confront the two-faced god this time.