[image description: cut-to: extreme close-up of sylvia in profile from the other side of the window pane now, with her head and shoulders far enough left of the frame that the view out of her window fills the rest of it. the flat, featureless desert landscape is broken up only by roads and buildings, telephone poles, and tall green cacti. sylvia’s thoughts continue: “that every day i feel like crying because i’m miserable! that jason and i are no longer on speaking terms and i haven’t made any new friends here! and worst of all, that this desert climate sucks!”]
really all reasonable, not something anyone can fix sadly. virtual hug