Let me just write for the sake of writing

Went to a bachelorette party last night. Wasn't a whole lot of fun. So tired now. Went to a birthday party today. Was all right. Too much food. Gave me gas. Burped a lot. I can belch like nobody's business. I could have a career calling ships at sea with my belching if I ever fall on hard times.
I never should have had that cappuccino. Coffee is disgusting. How do people drink that shit? It tastes like nailpolish remover. Like if I poured a cup of nailpolish remover and mixed it with ten teaspoons of sugar, it would taste exactly like the cappuccino I just drank. And it would probably make me feel less like shooting myself in the head so that I could sleep.
Anyone read that book 'He's Just Not That In To You'? I need an analysis. Or let me borrow the book so I'll be able to recognize the signs on my own. Why is it that I think every guy should have the hots for me and want me all the time, and still have low self-esteem? Maybe this is fate's way of knocking me down until I finally learn that not every guy wants me?
Probably. I may never learn.