Unfortunately my next few days at work was as they put it 'unlike me'. I couldn't think straight and I was constantly spacing out. Who knew being emotionally and mentally troubled could get me so distracted?
I was given an early leave and was asked to return when I was sure I felt better. It turns out the people in this office actually care about me, now I feel awful for treating most of them bad. My boss called me to his office to talk, I thought he was angry but he turned out to be genuinely concerned with my mental wellbeing. He asked what was going on and I had to let him know of my illness in case of next time. He was truly sorry for my condition, which was the last thing I needed but I appreciated his concern anyways.
Lily and I are going for dress shopping today, finally something
