I could handle it, if it wasn't for the fact that I've caught this illness off HIM. So there's no way of not thinking about him, when he pops into my head everytime I sneeze.

I'm empty. It's strange. I hate 'breaks'.

...

On a happier note: it's Pancake Day today. Stephan and me are going to stuff our faces shortly.

Also, I bought Courtney's new album on Saturday (I am saving so much money because I'm not buying phone credit. It should make me happy, but it actually depresses me further). The album is surprisingly good...not that I though it was going to be bad, but I was ready to sit on the fence. Uncool is my current favourite.