It feels like time is passing so slowly right now, but it also feels like time flies by too quickly. It’s a weird feeling. I’m alone in my bedroom way too much, I (over)think too much, worry too much, cry too much. I miss Sam, I miss traveling, I miss picking wildflowers, I miss feeling 100% happy. It’s like I’m just waiting, but I’m not quite sure what I’m waiting for. At least I’m trying to do little things that I know make me feel better, like making breakfast, drinking tea, and watching movies in bed on a cold day like this.