So yeah, something went wrong and I actually feel responsible for it. No, I actually /am/ responsible for what happened. And I already got punished for it too.
So I got to know it before dinner, so I had to try my hardest not to cry my eyes out, but when I was done eating, I started crying straight away. I don't even know the full story yet, but I feel so bad about it. And I felt so helpless too, you know, there's nothing I can do about it at all. And even now I can cry about it. I stopped crying several minutes ago because I could talk to Christian for a short moment, and he managed to cheer me up a bit. And now he's gone, and now I'm sad again.
It's kinda weird... I probably won't be able to sleep tonight, but right now I'm doubting if I even want to know the story or not. I'm just scared, and I don't know anymore. What the hell have I done? It's all my fault.
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