It’s almost been a year. I feel so regretful. I haven’t forgiven myself at those last physical moments with you. I feel terrible today. I miss hearing my mother’s voice. It’s weird how the World seems to have moved on. I don’t believe you’ll ever fully heal losing a loved one.
I’m anxious about my next assignment in Hawaii.
I lost my shit yesterday. I was constantly being compared to the last person who held the position. That’s not fair. Especially if he’s going behind my back telling people I’m ruining all the work he did the past three years.
He didn’t do shit. Selfish prick. I cannot wait till he leaves this Friday.















