I don't know if this even counts as a confession, but... I’m sitting on the floor right now, just staring at the empty takeout containers, and it's quiet for the first time in what feels like forever. And I think I’m just... really angry. Not at the quiet, that’s actually nice, but at everything else, at someone, at myself for letting things get this way, for not saying anything sooner, for letting that whole situation just… happen. I just feel so drained, like all my energy for the actual WORK, the stuff that matters, is gone. It's like I don't even have enough left to be sad. Just this simmering, useless rage.