For the past 10 days 4 of my closest friends from California came to visit me in New York, including KP and his brother. We had a great time but entertaining 4 people in your house for 2 weeks while preparing to go back to work and working at the same time is so overwhelming. Thank God for KP.
One night I was coming home from a day out with the girls after a night until 7am with the boys and I thought I was going to die. I was so exhausted that by the time I got home around 6pm I went into my room laid on the bed and cried.
KP came in the room seeing that I was about to have a mental breakdown and laid with me and helped me calm down. Then he rolled me onto my stomach to give me a much needed massage. I've never felt such a great release in my life! Everytime he pressed I could feel a little bit of anxiety leaving. By the time he was done he'd put me to bed.
I don't know what I'm going to do without him or my old roommate Jeff here. They are such a silent strength. Maybe I'm realizing just how much I'm depending on them. I don't want to do things alone anymore. I don't want to discredit my decision to move here, but I'm reaching the end of my road here and I'm trying to enjoy it.
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