i promise you i will learn from my mistakes
It's like every time she remembers she has a life outside this house, something happens to make her want to lock her door and never leave. She's sure that's just cynicism brought on by the drama she's currently facing, that she won't be as pessimistic later, but it's how it feels right now. She's trying not to be a bother to anyone with it -- she doesn't feel the need to shove her feelings at anyone, that's not how she operates. It's personal, and that means it's private, and that means she'll deal quietly on her own, like she does. Elizabeth Weir is always fine. Always.
It's Thursday. Mori said he'd come over -- after school, she assumes, because Lizbet never misses school, never ever, except those few times that she did. Circumstances out of her control, mostly, with a few notable exceptions that she tends to not think about too much because she's not particularly proud of missing classes that she genuinely enjoys and feels are necessary. Anyway, she's sidetracking herself because she's not sure she's ready for company. It's too cold to sit out on the porch and wait, so she's in the living room, sipping coffee and watching Star Trek (the original series) on DVDs she got for this Christmas past.