Dear Life

The one night I decide not to go out (because I have a huge project due on Monday and still haven't started) is the night the hottest guy I know - who I've had the biggest crush on for the entire semester - decides to go to my favourite club. And to make matters worse, he asked for me! And I wasn't there!! Seriously?! Why do you hate me?!

And, to add shit to an already shiteous story: I had a sex dream last night! For real.

Something better happen with me and Dan before he goes back to America in a month.

Frustrated and horny,
TI