@#$%&*!

I hate PMS.
Absolutely hate it.

I would be depressed regardless, because Beamer hasn't called yet. I am thinking I am getting the blow-off. Bastard.

So, I am on the verge of tears and hating myself, my life, everything. Feeling foolish and used. Wondering what the hell happened.

Of course, if he does call, I will be hating life because I won't be wearing a swimsuit and enjoying the hot tub with him if he gets off of his ass and calls me!

Life sucks. Guess I need to get my profiles back up on the dating sites.