“𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝟏𝟎.𝟎𝟖.
dear diary, a month has passed since the tragic event. after attending the funeral kevin asked if i could stay with him in canada for a while, to which i agreed without a second thought.
for the past month we've been kind of distant. not physically, since we stay cuddled up on the couch for the most of the day, but mentally. every time i try to comfort him, the words don't leave my mouth. i never thought comforting someone could be this hard. i want him to know i care, but since i never cared for anyone i don't know how.
he's acting strong. smiling brighter than he ever did, yet i know, there is no sincerity behind it. he's broken, and i don't know how to fix him.”