You … want to talk about it? I’m a good listener.
I’m not really used to doing that. Talking about things…
I don’t know…
It doesn’t have to make sense to me. I mean *blows a frustrated raspberry* you can just ramble, and I’ll listen, and afterwards you’ll feel better and can get back to work. I really do think it will help.
Had a few drinks. Few too many, with the day I had, I guess. When I do that, the past has a way of creeping up on me… I’m not sure what else there is to say, honestly. Or how to say it.
Someone you didn’t save? Someone you couldn’t save, maybe. That’s … a lot of guilt.