I get home after like, a super long shift, and my family is already at the table, all loud and laughing, you know? And I sit down, I guess, and I can see them, hear them, but it’s like... they’re on a TV, maybe. Like I'm watching a show about them, kind of. I try to say something, but the words just don't... form, I guess. It’s weird, to be right there but feel so, so far away. Almost like I’m observing my own life from... somewhere else. It’s pretty exhausting, actually.