It’s so hard to bear
Chris didn’t let me come home alone. In one last sacrificial act, he claimed to go with me and to have spoken with my father. I don’t know exactly what was said between them and I don’t even want to know. I don’t believe they discussed my state of health, but their snivelly agreement instead.
Now everything’s getting back to normal, I can no longer bear to be around him. My father clearly ordered him not to show up again and me not to call. I want to forget him, I want to forget this all of this horrid affair, because it’s like stealing a dream from me and then returning it as an altered reality.
Everything in my room is about him. I therefore decide to move his records and photos of him into another room, but I almost immediately freeze. For better or for wo
