Today is an early day. Last night I wasted time waiting for K to call. He didn't. I am not going to become another SEB. That would be too tragic for me. I am easily annoyed lately. I am finding everything harder to deal with. Actually I don't really care. SEB has been rejected by K. Sad, but easy to see before hand. I have been rejected by the world. I am use to rejection. Sad, but true. Sometimes I wish I were beautiful and thin. Blonde and blue eyed. Tall and smooth. I'm short. Stumpy. Chubby. Dark hair. Darker eyes. I am imperfect. I am happy. I will not worry about Mister P either. He is history. My feelings are history. Why not? Why? In the end we all die alone. Might as well live that way. It doesn't matter. I will be fine. I am fine. I am done for now.