FUCK FUCK FUCK!!
FUCK! I feel like screaming I think I will AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH Duane broke up with me last night. I feel sad. I mostly feel alone. I am glad we will remain friends, because he means a lot to me. I feel like I am waiting to die. Like, Marty is leaving in 4 weeks and Duane broke up with me. Nobody is really celebrating my b-day with me. I guess I just feel like I am waiting for another egg to drop. There is an empty space in my tummy and I want something warm to be there.