I'm going to be a broken heart for halloweenI feel like a walking shell.
Or something to that effect.
Secretly I want him to go on this date and think, "She's nothing like Julie. What the fuck was I thinking? I love Julie." I know this is unrealistic, and seriously pathetic and about as likely to happen as Jake Gyllenhaal turning to the camera and confessing his love for me during a TV interview.
But, I haven't eaten today, and that makes me happy. There's just an emptiness in the pit of my stomach, and I can't fill it with food, so why bother?
In other news, my white trash neighbors have put up halloween decorations over five weeks early, and I'm already sick of them. It's only been a few days, but I swear I will end up breaking that stupid fucking thing that screams everytime somone walks by their house.