Its done. Its over. The number is erased. I did the whole drunkin dialing thing last nite and was brutally shot down. This is the last picture in my phone. He is over it.. So must I be. Its ridiculous to be in love with someone who doesnt love you. Plus, he is dedicated to California. I hate that fucking place. I hate my fucking life. Why cant I find my soulmate? Im so fucking lonely. But I know better than to settle for less than perfect for me.