I’ve been put on meds, thanks to a bitch a work claiming I’m suicidal…I’m not just depressed.
I finally talked to him, he loves and misses me. The kiss we had the other day felt like a goodbye kiss though, we haven’t talked since then…it’s been about 48 hours. I think we are done, and I hate it.
My new job is going well enough, so maybe I won’t need to worry about it for too much longer. I’m only going to work at the old job 20 hours max, which in my case means 10 lol, which also means I won’t see him that much if at all.
I can’t handle being yanked around when I love him this much.
Depressed rant done. Time for bed.