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I think the worst thing is that I can't talk to him. Whenever anything, good or bad happened, I'd tell Kyle. When that idiot woman in the SUV almost ran me off the road or when I found out I was going to end up working 63 hours in one week, the first person I told was Kyle. When I found out I had Valentine's Day off, the first person I told was Kyle. Good or bad, he was the person I wanted to talk to, and now I feel like crap and he's the person I want to talk to because talking to him always made me feel better, but he's the REASON my week has sucked beyond the telling of it.
If I've been ignoring phone calls from you, apologies. I just really don't want to talk to anyone right now. The one person I'm interested in talking to is on the other side of the country and he isn't dialing.
In a few minutes I have to go to work. Joy. I hated my job because of the way they worked us over the Christmas season, but I absolutely despise it now because it cost me a lot more than a few weeks of exhaustion.
If I've been ignoring phone calls from you, apologies. I just really don't want to talk to anyone right now. The one person I'm interested in talking to is on the other side of the country and he isn't dialing.
In a few minutes I have to go to work. Joy. I hated my job because of the way they worked us over the Christmas season, but I absolutely despise it now because it cost me a lot more than a few weeks of exhaustion.
