Day 8
Mornings are the worst. The moment I wake up, it feels like a part of me is missing. Getting ready for work feels like hell. Then I come home to the loneliness, and the tears just start falling. I still can’t accept that we broke up, and I can’t even bring myself to let her go. Today, my senior pulled me aside and told me I need to keep myself together and not let it affect my work. Damn! When will I be able to feel normal