Maybe. I think pretty much everyone else has left work by now, except for our late-night receptionist. I don't know, I've had my door closed for the last hour and a half. I just wish I had someone in my life who I could talk to whenever I needed them. I used to spend more time talking to my bf about how I felt, but I can tell it's wearing on him like it is on me. He isn't happy with just being there and listening to me, but I don't know what else he can do. He asks all the time, so I just try not to say anything anymore. But then I do say something and I just feel guilty. I can't apologize for it without tearing myself down, and I know that just makes him feel worse.