over
2002-03-28 / 2:58 p.m.

The whole internet relationship thing is over. I'd love nothing more than to curl up in bed and cry myself to sleep. What's more depressing about the whole thing is that he told me (altho he doesn't know it was me...don't ask) that he needed a break and most likely won't call me. You see, it's complicated, the whole story. He says he's hurt but not mad at me. He's not ready to talk to me, to hear my voice. I've got that sick, icky feeling inside my gut and a big lump in my throat. I can't cry, I'm at work. I'm beside myself.

This girl came in to talk to me, I like her alot. She's a funny person, and I think we get along great. See, it makes me realize more and more that I need friends. While I was goofing off with her, laughing, I was able to put this crap out of my head, even if it was only for a few minutes. I felt good joking around with her. I need friends.

God, I am so hurt right now.

His hotel... cancelled.

His car... cancelled.

The airlines have been called... he's cancelled.