Anonymous

Today, I will rot. I do not have to go to work, or anywhere at all. So I will lay in my bed and watch a few dvds from when I was young. 

First I watched Princess Diaries. Then A nap. Princess Diaries 2. Another nap. My partner comes home. I go back to sleep. I woke up in the evening hungry and asked him to make me something to eat. He made me garlic chicken and Mac and cheese. I reflect on how he gives me more care than my mom ever gave me. Which makes me feel terrible for grieving her death so painfully. I go to sleep again, this time for the night. Hopefully tomorrow I will have more energy. 

I want to remain anonymous, but hope that my diary might make someone also grieving feel less alone