[It's not much of an answer, but she doesn't pry. It doesn't seem fair to, and anyway, his reassurance makes her stomach twist. Maybe she should just thank him, brush it off, but she has a strong feeling he'll see right through it. She exhales slowly, gaze dropping to the floor.]
Half the time I don't know what to do with myself. I just... I don't feel like me, you know?
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Half the time I don't know what to do with myself. I just... I don't feel like me, you know?