The sometimes profane personal diary of a flight attendant with Social Phobia, Depression, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, and Suicidal Tendencies. Good times.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
There is a guy at the coffee shop who kept looking up in my direction. I thought to myself "He loves me." Well just now I came up the stairs and saw him looking up in the same direction- at a girl right past my seat. ha ha