Master K hasn't written in awhile. I guess that's that. Mister P wouldn't write in a million years. So I guess that's that too. I should never expect more than I know deep down inside I will get. Nothing. I feel pretty depressed lately. And I know I shouldn't. P and K aren't anything to me. They aren't part of my everyday life. I'm so silly some times. I guess I just feel sad and I need to get over it. I will eventually. Everything happens. Eventually. It all takes time. Lots and lots of time. Maybe some day I'll meet the one who will love me for what I am. Always a fat girls wish. To be loved for personality. Not looks. Ridiculous. Pathetic. Wishes. I can't really say I care about rejection anymore. It happens. And happens. And happens again. O well. I just feel so lonely some times. So lonely. So sad. It'll get better I'm sure. Maybe. Eventually. I am done for now.