I know I am menstral, but it doesn't make me feel any better. It's been over two weeks since Steve and I spoke. I don't have too large of an urge to call him, but it doesn't keep me from checking my phone in the evenings. I am so unhappy right now. I was supposed to join some friends for drinks for Heidi's birthday, Martine said she would call when they got back from the store, that was two hours ago. Okay. I guess I will just go to bed.
I found out my best friend and an old ex/good friend got drunk and hooked up last weekend, I'm not jealous, other than the fact everyone around me is finding passion. And I am alone. Nobody loves me. My dogs love me, my parents love me, my friends love me, but no one is in love with me. And no one cares.