How's this for coping?

        Cope. This would be easier to cope with on a cold metal table, in a paper gown, with my feet in stirrups. No, this is personal. I'll be coping probably on the cold diamond shaped tiles on the bathroom floor, staring at where the cabinet knobs should be under the lights of those bulbs that last a really long time, my fucking dad bought them and they're just too bright. In this room, leaning on the badly painted walls, I'll be surrounded by dirty laundry and I'll be adding to the pile.