I'm done worrying about everyone, especially the guys. I no longer care. I no longer want anything from anyone. K or P can kiss my ass and keep moving. No promises. No anything. I'llbe fine all in time. SEB is worse than ever. She ditches so quickly for a guy it's pathetic. Can't trust her apparently. Oh well. I'm use to this kind of disappointment in my life. I'm use to being alone. It doesn't really matter anymore. It never really did. I'm use to all this shit by now. It never hurts to vent though. To get it all out. I'll be fine once my heart stops feeling this way. I'll keep my mind busy. Screw them all. What do any of them matter? Apparently they're not important enough for me. Worthy enough. Yesterday was my 7th day of fasting. Today I feel fine. Lighter. Cleaner. It shall be all good, eventually. No more caring or pretending to care. Nothing. Wednesday it will all be gone and I'll be fine. No more P or K. No more seeing them and feeling lousy afterwards. No more emotional crap. No more wishing and wanting. No more of anything. I'm stronger than I look. I'm meaner too. Anger is what I know best. Coldness is what I'm good at. Everyone has a hobby. Done for now.