1:32 Sunday Afternoon   Window's Down, Guard's Up Three Cheers for Jesus. I am a bitch. I was so horrible to him last night, and there was nothing he could do. I hope he's worried. ------------------ 10:13 p.m. I wrote him an apology because it was driving me crazy. then i went out and bought him a really cute green polo shirt, because he needs new shirts. and while i was out he sent me an e-mail about how he's trying to focus on his essay and they're almost done, so tomorrow...i don't know. tomorrow we'll get to talk. He's feeling icky. sick and tired from university essays, and i didn't help. so i feel horrible. I should feel horrible. I'm glad i feel horrible. I really miss talking to him, and I hate feeling like we're not going to make it. Then he goes and writes something like this "But yea... i'm [...] in no fit state to be your boyfriend at this very moment. [...] The sun was warm this morning because i know you're still there for me." in response to my apology email, and things feel better. but i still want to cry.