Today has had a pattern.
Its the pattern every day has when I let this get the best of me.
When my disorder envelops my every waking thought.
I have laid here in bed,
Tossed here in bed,
For five hours now.
My roommate is home, or so called best friend.
She hasn't said hi.
I am drowning in my very own bed spread,
Suffocating in the thoughts of student loans and my mothers taxes that aren't yet done.
How will I ever go where I am expected to be, if I don't have a way?