She's lost interest in everything she used to love. She's desparetely trying to make herself feel better well knowingly laying in bed all day will not. She's got no motivation to do the things that need to be done, and no motivation to do the things that ever could make her feel better. She's depressed as hell, but darling, it's a glittery kind, and no word from you could make her any happier. - excerpt from a story I'll never write