Maybe to everyone who cancelled on me, it wasn't such a big deal. Maybe to them i'm overreacting, maybe they think that i'm over sensitive, but you know what? I'm not. Not to me at least.

To me, today meant a lot. The thought of today was literally what got me through this otherwise terrible week - the thought that saturday would be the best day yet. Instead, it was probably the worse. I'm pretty sure I hit a new kind of low today.

Out of the 5 people who told me they'd make it for sure, not one bothered to show up. Not even one. And none of you know or will ever know how bad it felt when that last one cancelled on me. Its really tiring to have hopes you know? You invest so much energy and love and care and concern into it, and then nothing comes out of it. Today was pretty much the last day I was gonna go out, so to everyone who said they'd make it up to me? To everyone who thought I'd be ok, i'm not. To everyone who thinks i'm overreacting, I am.

Thanks so much for the most amazing saturday yet guys. I appreciated it.