Dear Diary,
Sometimes I get emotional. I cried on the phone last night and im pretty sure he noticed. He's having his own internal struggles and I feel them in me. Sometimes being so empathic can be hard. I just want to help with whatever is wrong, but I can't really nothing helps except time for him. And I have to stop beating myself up for it. He will tell me if I can help. I always offer always will. He means the world to me.
Im finally returning to work today after a week and part of me doesn't want to go. Other part is like FINALLY. I just need to sip my coffee and relax.