Work is so hard. I know I’ve mentioned it before, but I probably will again as well. All I can think about is Matt and losing him, but I can’t dwell on it or let myself feel much because I’m at work. I also can barely concentrate on reading – it just seems so unimportant and shallow. I’ve never had this much trouble getting out of bed and going to work.
Just wanted to complain about work. Maybe I’ll try to read something again.
No Promises This Time 