Things are getting better. I'm making friends and acquaintances. And even if it's only part time, I have a job.

I still feel broken. I still don't ever want to let anyone close to me again. I will always miss you.

But on the bright side, this probably is not going to happen to me again, because I cannot take the risk of this sort of thing reoccurring. So the worst is already over with.

Why does that sound so dead?