Chapter 83 Shayla

I groan when I hear the annoying and incessant buzzing of my alarm. Not bothering to lift my head from where it’s buried under my pillow. I lift my arm and feel around my nightstand for it. I hit the snooze button and sigh when silence falls upon the room again. I lift my head and roll onto my back, staring up at the plain white ceiling. I honestly don’t have the energy to move a muscle. I’ve not been sleeping very well the last couple of months; this new job is wearing me to the bone. That and I’m still trying to pick up the pieces to my broken heart. It’s been months— three to be exact, when is it going to stop hurting? I thought I would have gotten over him by now, but no, I just miss him, and I’m sick of it. I’m sick of thinking about him when I wake up. I’m even sicker of thinking about him when I go to bed, when I shower, try to eat. I have emotional surges at work, one second, I’ll be fine, and the next, I get all em