April 10, 2002
As with all good things, so too has my good mood, come to an end. I feel so lonely and I don't know why. Sometimes it just hurts so much I want to cry. But when I try to, I can't. I want to know what's wrong with me! I get so frustrated with myself and with the life that I've created. And then I feel like a baby ranting on and on about this. No wonder no one wants to be with me. All I have are my looks and little else and even those aren't all that spectacular.