Friday 6/2, I had decided that on Saturday I was going to go for a hike so I put out a myspace message and told Schuyler and Chrystol about it, but no one had said they wanted to go so I was tentatively planning to go on my own, provided the weather wasn’t terrible. So, to prepare, I went on a 3+ mile walk and saw a kind of cute guy walking his dog. I was pretty tired by the time I got home because I had busted my ass, but I felt really good about it. I read my book for the rest of the night I think.

Thursday 6/1, I think Susan and I might have gone for a walk and then I just stayed in my room all night.

Wednesday 5/31, B changed his profile to Single and rewrote his Who I Want to Meet and it set something off because I felt like shit for the rest of the day. I went home and cried all night. It was great. I wanted to call him and tell him that he fucking broke my heart and then hang up. I wrote a very angry letter at work and emailed it to myself, but at the advice of my mother decided not to send it. I’m glad I didn’t, but I still can’t help but feel that he doesn’t care that he broke my heart. He hasn’t called me to see how I am, and I know it’s not his job or anything, but if he truly cared about me he would be concerned and want to know how I’m doing. But I don’t think he does, so here we are. I felt like a piece of garbage that he couldn’t wait to get rid of, or that I was just disposable, and he hasn’t done anything to show me that feels differently. So that was my lovely Wednesday night.

Tuesday 5/30, I think I probably went on a walk after work and laid around for the rest of the evening.