Melissa. She wanted to meet. I emailed her today. Told her I couldn't.

She wants a relationship. And I wasn't on the same wave length.

When I'm not busy trying to be validated... I'm feeling neglected. Low self-esteem will do that to you. I'm extremely low in self-confidence. But whatever. I accept it.

Andrew, "You've only slept with 7 chicks... I thought you'd be in the double digits." He says this to me.

It's true. It's true what Andrew told me. The truth is, that I've been in university wasting away my years, not worth a dime. God, I'm 27 now.

I toked a reefer for the first time since high school. On Saturday night, I wanted to get laid.

I didn't.

I hate it when people don't respect my decision to be sober. That I don't want.