I just got home from an exhausting day with my love. Twas good, all the fighting, getting lost, and driving included. We went to Valleyfair, got lost, ended up by Silver Creek, found our way back, made up, went to Northface and got him the backpack he wanted, ate clam chowder in a bread bowl (soo nommy), got a car thingy for his ipod at Apple, sat at the bleachers at Piedmont, then he drove me home. I always feel like every time he comes here I make it such a sucky time for him. Idk. I feel like he never has a good time with me when we're here. I feel terrible and that I'm a sucky girl. =/ I hella liked how him and my brother were just chillen in the living room playing Wii, haha. My brother was so sad when he left. Everyone was like "Aw, I wish he didn't have to go.." He's seriously become like a part of my family. No, he is a part of my family. I just hate how I always feel like I do something wrong. I never do something right or that makes him happy. But whatever.. Maybe I'm just being stupid.