[OOC: Open to all. ]

I have split ends.

My nails are breaking.

I have bags underneath my eyes.

I'm gaining weight.

I'm fat.

This place is killing me. I want to go home, I can't take it anymore.

Dan has to have forgiven me by now. He loved me. He told me I was beautiful. He can't stay mad at me. He knows I only did what I did because I wanted him for myself. But can you blame me? He was my boyfriend. He was mine, and I was his.

Maybe I'll write him. Or maybe I'll call. He'll want to talk to me. I know he will. Maybe he just doesn't know the number. That has to be it.