Gemotions

She sat on the floor, the eviction notice lying beside her like a discarded piece of trash. A tear traced a path down her cheek, leaving a smear of mascara. She hated herself for being so weak. So careless. So… everything.

Her stomach churned. She should have cleaned the apartment. She should have been more sociable. She should have gotten a better job. She should have been… better. But she wasn't.

She hugged her knees to her chest, feeling the cold seep into her bones. She deserved this. Every bit of it. The apartment, the job, her life… a total disaster. She focused on the feeling of inadequacy that washed over her, a familiar and crushing tide.