I know I haven’t written in my journal for a while. It’s because I’ve been busy going to work, eating, crying, then going to sleep in that order for a while. Work today was a lovely experience as always. Val took off my boots even though I kept telling him no. I ran back to the hotel bare foot because he wouldn’t give them back. I’m trying to hide my feet. Nobody needs to see what my feet look like. I just want my boots back. I’m hiding in my room so that nobody can see my feet. I texted Val asking if I could have my boots back and he started sending audio messages of him saying mean things to me. I’m probably gonna spend the next half hour crying silently in my room. I don’t want anyone to help me. I’m fine. They all think it would be so easy to help me. I don’t need their help. I can take care of myself. They don’t understand what this is like. Husk, if you’re reading this, then don’t try to get involved.
I’m fine.
