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Shitty-ass night at work. I went in four hours early to get my mind off of things and it didn't really help. I sought the comfort from my friends and they tried to console me with little effort. I then talked to my friend, Nick who happened to stop by and he really was the most help. Just hearing from a guy, that I not only did the right thing today, but have been healthifying myself better than most by just talking about it. I really have taken some large strides in one evening to recovery. The thing is, that tonight didn't feel all that different than before "the breakup". I hardly got to talk to him in the first place and tonight felt similar to that feeling of abandonment.
Having to handle the emotional distress along with a hectic shift at work, made it one of the worst evenings in a long time. Yes, things could have gone a lot worse. Like, having missing staff or being sick. So, I count myself grateful I guess.
No more whining. I am tired and should rest. It's just an inconceivable notion right now. Even at 5:30 in the a.m.
There'll be sorrow tomorrow.
Only a day away.
Gutter.
Having to handle the emotional distress along with a hectic shift at work, made it one of the worst evenings in a long time. Yes, things could have gone a lot worse. Like, having missing staff or being sick. So, I count myself grateful I guess.
No more whining. I am tired and should rest. It's just an inconceivable notion right now. Even at 5:30 in the a.m.
There'll be sorrow tomorrow.
Only a day away.
Gutter.