My existance is pointless. I sit, day in and day out (well not so much day out...i'm sleeping then) next to the phone, waiting for it to ring. AND IT NEVER DOES. Damn the people who say they will call me...and then don't. Just. Grr. They all deserve poop on a stick. I'm beginning to wonder if I even have any friends any more. I need to stop being a bitch to the people who are nice to me. I'm sorry. Okay. Off to write. Which...is about as pointless as my existance.