Life as I flunk it.

It's been months since that entry, and I've accepted the fact that she doesn't want me anymore. After that last meeting, it was painful. Fast forward to last Wednesday. I saw her story; she went out. I know it's why I should care, but I'm sad. I still have this foul feeling as of this writing, and she doesn't have the time to answer my call. Fuck this feeling of loneliness.