Jan.’99. Dear Diary, I’ve just put down the phone to Adam. He’s not doing it for me. Something’s not right. Apparantly I’ve got it all! I’ve got a great job, a f-off flat, I drive a jeep and my guy’s rich and handsome. But I’ve got a sinking feeling inside, a sense of lack, something’s missing. I know there’s got to be more to life and I want to taste it before I die! ♥