I have hunger pains. I have a headache from my hunger pains. I avoided food all day. Now, I'm giving in. The weekend is almost near. We can get drunk and not feel so bad that I'm spending our holiday money on a nice pair of heels. I don't feel so bad because you told me to get them. I'm going to try my best to look nice, like you say I will. It's going to be us, only us. I've given up my friends. I've given up my family, the insensitive bunch, they are. I've given up trying. I've given up my world and invaded yours, all to make you happy. Who needs them when I have you. Right? I figure I'll write this in hope that you will someday look at this. One day when you get your net back. You'll smile, say nothing and hug me. You'll hug me so tight that it will feel like my ribs are going to crumble. It's what you do. Besides this, my day sucked. I had a crappy Starbucks coffee. I got lost in town finding my ride home. I met you, over and over and over again. I should seriously make this private. Maybe I want to seem like an infatuated mad woman. I do a good job.