Funeral for a friend's dad.

Matt's father was buried today...and the only piece of me present was one of my earrings around Matt's finger. This isn't how it should have been. I should have been there to support and console him...comfort him.

But I wasn't. Instead, I spent the day at the mall in Texas, thinking about how dirty it felt to be shopping when I should be at home helping to ease the emotions of my boyfriend. I don't think I can forgive myself, no matter how much he says that "It's alright".

I'm sorry.