Well, another week has come to an end, and I'm still fuming over something. Rest assured, it's not about Ricky, but rather, about another thing. I remember back in high school, when no one wanted to be my friend, and I can hear the same hurtful comment echo through my mind: "You're so ugly that nobody will ever like you." Maybe those classmates were right when they said it, though none of them are on either MySpace or Facebook. I have an unwritten rule that says: "If you don't have Facebook or MySpace, then you're not my friend." That being said, I'm taking some time out to tell everyone that it's true after all, that I would never find love anywhere. And why should I? I've been very sad for the past few weeks, and I've been acting mean to them. They don't deserve it, and I desperately want to change. There goes another event that I haven't been invited to: Someone told me that Brandy was coming into town, and her brother Ray J. was also coming. I used to love her back when I was still living in Baltimore, but now her misfortunes have turned me off. First, there was the divorce from her husband of a little more than a year, then her record company dropped her, and now she's become infamous as the driver of the SUV who killed someone on the freeway.Regardless, she continues to become everyone else's favorite singer, and I believe that those who say they hate her are just saying that. I said some pretty nasty things about her on Facebook, so that's why I wasn't invited, but I want to apologize to her for hating on her and her brother. But yes, I might as well admit it, I'm a Monica fan now. Anyway, I'm so disappointed that my friends haven't invited me to anything yet, and frankly, I'm scared that they might turn me down, so I'll be crying all the way through Thanksgiving. I'm so sad that I can't even continue writing...Let me close so I can gather my thoughts up...Sniffle, sniffle...