Right. So Dylan and I fought. That's...a first. And I can't say it was much fun. Wasn't fun at all really.
I can't believe how much I cried over something so silly and spiteful. I spent years with Greg House and he only made me cry once. It just doesn't make sense. It has to be the hormones. It just...does.
And once again, I'm forced to think that I've ruined Dylan's life. In fact, I'm convinced it's true now. No matter what he says otherwise. This baby and I are just a burden to him. Things would have been better if we could have just controlled ourselves and never ventured past friendship.
And the things I'd said to him...I was awful. I feel horrible. But I'm still so angry. I can't talk to him now. I'll just say more awful things. And I can't apologise either. Not until I've calmed down.
Alright, Lisa. Breathe. Just breathe.
You know, if it weren't so unbearably hot, I'd say it was a beautiful day today.
At any rate, I hope my students are working on their revisions. Exams are getting closer, and there's no reason to fail because of laziness. I have faith that all of you can pass with at least an A in this course as long as you put a little work in.
How would you two like to go to dinner in Hogsmeade? My treat.