I mean, it happens, it just seems like it happens more often than I can emotionally handle. Had a meeting with the Baldies and Reed - Friday I wrote an email to them to point out that grown up gossip is not grown up at all and building communication channels with the person who works on a project so on and so forth- so the Baldy consensus is that to agree to “part ways” which is HR for you got the shaft. So many excuses I could hardly remember why we even met. It really shook me up, but other than that today seemed okay, I could have pulled it off. It’s just that this day had to be in this week…

The week when everyone is leaving and everything is changing. I hardly recognize anything anymore, not even myself, my life. It’s all like sand slipping through my fingers and I don’t have a choice to change it - it just has to happen. My friends are packing up four years of memories in boxes, stacking them up, and driving them all away. Then the boy decided to part ways. I’m in a ghost town without any of the people I love. It seems so much quieter than before. I just want them all back, I want it all back. But I can’t.