There's something about new hair that gives me the feeling of being reborn. What is up with my life, you say? My relationship with J is crumbling. He doesn't treat me nice. It's not that he abuses me or anything... he just doesn't care. Time is love. And he doesn't have both. I think this is best though. I deserve better.
I bought him Irish whiskey from my trip to Belfast. I guess he's not getting any.