I cry myself to sleep every night, except for the nights I don’t sleep at all. And I don’t talk to Jason. I don’t call him and he still hasn’t called me. As much as I wish I don’t want him to, the truth is, I do. I miss him. Maybe more than I did before. It’s like the pain inside of me is still climbing up a very steep hill and the higher I climb, the more the pain overcomes me. I pray it peaks soon. Work is just as pathetic. I don’t nab a single client, nor do I find any clients looking for a new home. I can’t imagine getting fired and having to report that to my parents. It would be like giving them carte blanche to take over my career and my life. This party is my only chance at keeping my job. Amy and I get ready together. She wears a baggy red top with black leggings and chunky sandals. Her hair is curled and pulled back in the front, and her makeup is immaculate. With her pouty caramel highlights accentuating her high cheekbones and her smoky eyes, guys are going to fall all over her tonight.
