It's near midnight. I'm writing in this ragged stationary because my favorite bartender thinks I should keep track of myself. Disconnected from family and my fiancé eloped with another woman. The only thing that was pleasant with him was his physical features and his fake personality. He said I'm just a stupid little girl who doesn't have enough value right after I brushed my family to the side. My heart is in shards. I wonder if I'll ever fall in love again. I've been visiting this night club for a few days just to relieve stress. There are many classy and attractive people, but only of them one catches my eyes.
