Since I got up, I felt unwell, sensing a long day ahead. I managed to go to the gym, which cheered me up a bit, but once I got home and took a shower, the exhaustion set in. From there, things only got harder I had to study, read, and take notes for quite time. When I was finally ready to head to university, my sister encouraged me, saying I could handle it, though sometimes it doesn't feel that way. Classes felt endless, and maybe it just wasn’t my day, but I hoped that tomorrow would go better and lift my spirits.

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