RJ 15/03/1989 Wednesday
2nd and final day of the general strike. There are no buses anywhere, but some shops opened.
I feel so down… Gustavo didn’t call me again. I never felt so rejected! Just as I decided to be with him, make it public, he does this. I feel used and discarded. I’m not calling him but if he calls me he’ll get a piece of my mind.
What have I done wrong?
I’m fed up with worrying about dickheads. I fall in love so easily and until someone else shows up I suffer, thinking I’m rubbish and unable to make anyone like me. I hate it.