The faucet runs cold to begin with, and I wedge a wash cloth in the drain-thing and let the water collect up to around my ankles before I get in. I stick my feet out over the sides and angle myself so the water splashes on my head first, trying to wash the thoughts away but they mix into the water and pool around me.

In all honesty, the past few days have been less than desirable. And at first I thought it was my fault, and for a moment I wonder if it is as I sink lower and submerge half my face under water. No matter, what’s said is said and what is left unspoken, however, is another story altogether.

Homework piles up in the room I call my own (for now), taking space on the right side of the bed and looms over my head as I sleep. I’d move it, but where else can it go? On the floor? That’s where my clothes are.

I don’t get out of the tub for near an hour. After all, it’s not as if I have anything important to do today, or anybody to bother. Chris is at basketball practice. My boyfriend and I are currently not on speaking terms. My closest friends live abroad and the friends who live closest to me (right now) aren’t close enough for comfort. That, and the bathroom’s chilly, the water’s warm, and I’m armed with a book.