Nothing much to do, really. Stuck at home because I'm sick, messing around on the computer seeing as there's not much else to do. Came back from Beccas house. Saw Stephen, and was happy, but the word "yet" is still ringing in my ears. I like him so much and he just doesn't know. I screw up even when I try not to, and it feels like a kick to the the face every time. I know it wasn't all my fault, and I keep trying to reassure myself of that, but I can't help but take the blame for these things. I just feel...bad.
I like beans!
