Circa July, 16 in Journal 2020

I’ve been busy.

I finally decided to tell the owner of the support group what happened, after a friend convincing me now was the best time. I was shaky, not knowing what to say or do. I didn’t come up with it at first, I pushed around it until she asked for what was going on.

It’s fine. I swear, anyway now I’m tired and exhuasted. I made up with Vale/Will. He told me about how much he’s been in pain and suffering. I got him to eat food, I felt better once he ate and hopefully he’s resting now. Once he dies, I’ll be unhappy. I’ll be in despair but for now I just want to make him smile.

Before he left for the night, he sung me a song in Russian. It made me really happy, he sung it in a lullaby sort of way. He sounded weak though on the phone but it made me really happy he sung to me

He never did that before