She blinked, allowing the tears to trickle down her face until they reached her chin, where they lingered for a second or two before finally falling into her lap. She didn't even know why she was crying.
Ever since she was younger, she had always told herself that things had never been perfect. And yet, that simple fact seemed to amaze her no matter how many times she told it to herself. It seemed that her subconscious was in denial.

She rolled over to her bedside table and opened the bottom drawer as far as it would go.
Reaching out as far as she could, she managed to pull out the dusty little blue bible which had been left there since her secondary school days, hidden beneath a drawer full of junk.
She quickly found the page she had been looking for. The "Where to find help, when..." section, which had all the feelings and situations listed in neat little columns that ran down the page and half way down the next.

As she ran her finger down the page, scanning each feeling and each situation, she realized that "desperate" wasn't one of them.
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