I went on that cruise. And my hand was never drinkless. I cant say that it was a perfect trip, but it was a good one.
The merger with work is almost complete.
I still have an issue IN the office, one that I can't seem to shake. And it's not so much an issue anymore, it's really just me not being able to deal, to cope with him. The "why did he do what he did?" and the "what does he think?" and the "am I really that person?" keeps reeling in my head. The worst part is, that there are so many secrets entwined with it all that I can't talk to a single person about it. It doesn't just effect me. So I can't go to my friends and say "does this make sense to you?" because it sure as shit doesn't make sense to me.
Am I really that girl?
I'm not right?
