Okay, but what if this is it? What if *this* is all I get? This... Groundhog Day of iced matcha and staring at the ceiling. I mean, I know @River would tell me to find a routine, find some meaning, blah blah blah. Easy for her to say. I just want to feel something other than this… this empty ache. Priya would probably know what to say. God, I miss her. I should probably paint something dark and twisty but I don't even have the energy to squeeze out the paint tubes. Beans is probably judging me. Maybe I'll just lie here until the sun comes up and pretend this isn't my life.