It's 5:10 p.m. here. I don't have a boyfriend, now. I've had relationships before, but they always fall apart. I guess that happens to everyone. But knowing that doesn't make it hurt any less. When i was 18, in my last few months of high school, I met this guy who i thought would marry me and we'd have two beautiful children and live in a cute house in modern suburbia. Stuff fell apart after about a year. We were going in different directions. I didn't want to go to college until I could work for a year or two and get enough money to put myself through, and he wanted to go to an out of state college. He got a scholarship and he wanted me to come with him. We broke up. We argued about it all the time, and that led to arguments about other things, and finally we just ended our relationship. Maybe I should have followed him, but I don't want to follow anyone anywhere. I still miss him though. Last I heard, he's engaged to a girl he met. She's a philosophy major. Would you like fries with that? I'm kind of bitter. So to cope with this, I pretend the whole world is secretly madly in love with me. They're all just afraid to say so because I'm practically a Goddess to them. But really I am just not desirable.