Ok it's not a good day. I keep thinking about yesterday, and it hurt. Nobody will even take time to see if you're pretty of not, they go beyond that, Stuff your pretty face. That hurt, it still does. It really seems I'm on this ong big ride to hell sometimes. Sometimes it gets a bit better. But still, my house is my castle, I have everything here heavenly beds, water jets, mostr importantly my cats and dogs. They really don't take time to see the prettiness or not, they know me when I was look at me stuff, they know me now... if anything they love me more. Maybe living in a jungle would be better...