She became the girl, or I guess now the woman who walks around with a cup of tea, always clutched tightly to her hand or by her side. 

It was either that or the cigarettes. 

Is this a better life? She wonders, as she constantly avoids the need for stimulation. Yet rides off of the high of denying it, while she tears open another bag of tea. This time, it’s a blueberry blend, not a green tea.