Becky's Diary. DON'T READ!!!!

Dear Diary,

Today is July ninth, two thousand and ten.
I moved in with my cousin and his two roommates. One of them is this weird guy who only comes out at night, his name is Bido, I don't know how to spell it. Its weird, I've never seen him get any mail, it's like he doesn't even exist.
I mean, come on Diary, everyone I mean EVERYONE gets junk mail, or mail from the bank, but not him.
The other one, Zach, he's pretty cute although he's been acting weird for the passt few days. Jonathan [my cousin] told me that Zach lost his job. I feel so bad for him, I want to buy him a pet or something, but since he has no money I don't think he'll be able to take care of it. He takes the longest showers though!
OMG!!!
I always try to take a shower before he does. Because he takes so long.
You know something, Diary. I like talking to you, because you always listen. It's not like with other people, you're either the only one talking, or the one who is just humoring the other person. I don't think people really know how to interact with each other anymore. We keep finding ways to seperate ourselves from each other: Mail, the telephone, the cell phone, the computer, texting.
I'm so glad I don't have a phone, I'd hate to become some kind of faceless lemming. Cell phones were cool until everyone had one.
OMG, Diary, I was walking to one of my PETA meetings [I decided to try it, it was so NOT what I thought it was going to be, all they did was talk talk talk about abuse towards animals. Like that one time when I went to that Feminists meeting and all they did was talk about men, and how much they hated them, ugh...people are stupid!] and I saw this little girl, probably about six, with a cell phone, texting. I totally threw up my dolphine safe tofu tuna. It smelled awful!
I really want something to happen. I'm stuck between semesters and I can feel my sanity slowly leaving me. I'm anxious nowadays. And I feel really alone, I just wish there was someone out there who would find me and make me feel beautiful. That's all I really want, is to feel loved, and beautiful. But it's so hard to find anyone worthy of any sort of attachment, and the few you DO come across, they're all taken and absolutely in love with someone else.
Just my fate, huh, Diary, to wander the world all alone, kind of like the Incredible Hulk, looking for someone to love me. Looking for that place inside, that place that makes us all feel so warm and fuzzy inside, that place called "HOME".
Well, Diary. I have to go to work now. I'll talk to you again in a few days.
Bye!
<3
-Becky S.

-Sir Jestro