Minimise entropy

After spending a week in his room, Suyash finally decided to take charge of his life.

Of late, he had grown fond of looking into the mirror, not because he was a narcissist, but because it was the only way he found company. However, he hated the person on the other side today, because, over the past few days, it was the same dull face over and over again. His eyes, which once used to gleam with confidence, projected misery. His lower eyelids were swollen, and his upper eyelids were drooped, drowsily covering a portion of his reddish-veined sclera. The corners of his mouth were drawn down, and his hair was unkempt.