Damn it. Tomorrow will be 4 months since Mason passed. I remember the first time I was away from him for four days. That was terrible. I wish I could have those days back.
So far, it hasn’t gotten any easier. In fact, it has gotten harder. I’ve gotten to the point were I just don’t give a shit. About anything.
When I’m at home, I want to get away. When I’m away, I want to get home. I sit here at teh office being totally unproductive. I’ve got a job to do and I can’t do it. I don’t want to do it.
I feel like everybody wants me to be the same old guy I used to be. It can never be the same again.