09.04.02 - 9:24 p.m.

D. broke up with me tonight. She said that seeing P. at Burning Man made her remember what it feels like to truly be in love with someone. She said she doesn't want to be in a relationship without that feeling. It seems pointless.

What hurt the most was how little she seemed to care. When we sat for a minute in a cafe, she started flipping through a comic book. She might as well have been canceling her long distance.

I want to hate her, but how can you hate someone for not wanting you? Mostly I hate myself, for not being the kind of person who can inspire that feeling.

I feel sick.