She sat there, on the untidy bed, laptop in front of her, books sprawled all around, her phone buzzing with another message, just waiting to be read. But she just sat.
Her heart was full of feelings, feelings she could not express. Her eyes felt heavy and all she wanted to do was sleep. Sleep this off. Be normal. But when was the last time she had actually been normal? She felt herself sinking even lower.
Distract yourself. Her anxious mind advised her. But she could not move. She could not study. She could not do. Or maybe she didn’t want to. It’s just a phase. Buckle yourself. How often had her mother told her this? She shook her head. She held herself tightly. She was waiting. Waiting for this to pass.