I hate my life. I don't know what I'm doing wrong. I fucked up, apparently, although I don't know how. I don't know what I did to upset her so much last night. She was upset when she came home. She was griping at me, and yelling at Ariel for nothing.

She was pissed off that they didn't have the steak she ordered at the restaurant. On the way home, we got into an argument because she was in just a bad mood.

I guess that's where I made the mistake... trying to understand.

None of this really matters. I'm not a journalist. I'm just writing this shit because no one's here to listen.

I don't understand her anger with me. I guess I just need to learn to deal with it. Not everyone thinks the same way.

I originally fought getting close to her. I guess it's time to turn this page and move on. As Rachel used to say, I'm going to "flip the switch". I won't make this mistake again.