The moment I woke up today, I already felt defeated. So many things have been clouding my head and I was confused. Nothing’s fine at home. I’m irritated by the mere presence of anyone. I couldn’t help but remember things I should be forgetting. I’m overwhelmed with sadness that I cried so hard, my eyes hurt. But I’m glad I was able to spend the day with him, do the things that we usually do; count the hours we can until he has to go back home. I appreciate the laughter and smiles he gave me today. I needed it on these kind of days.
It’s a good day.