Excerpts from the Diary of a Diva

I so want to be with someone. I want to be loved, cared for, caressed. That's what I really want. No matter how much I want to forget that, I can't. I probably don't need to forget. I need to remember what it's like to be human -- no matter how much I want to forget. I was finally able to walk away from New Boo. He made it clear that loving me wasn't a priority. Ever. And as much as I wanted to convince him that I'm a good idea and that he should want to love me, I never want to be with someone who doesn't know it for themselves. So I blocked his number and pray every day that my heart will forget him. But I'm lonely. So lonely. All I want is to be wrapped up in some man's arms. I want him to say that he loves me. I want him to tell me that he sees me. I want him to get me. But before all of that...I want to love me. I want to see me. I want to get me. All of me. I have to learn how to celebrate myself. It's a process that most people