a change in perspective
On a day so bleak that my morning conversation with Matt-the-stepfather was "Why There Is No God" (answer: because the design of female mammals is so very flawed), Beach brought me a coconut doughnut (coconut = <3), and Pete drove me home after the first period of the day and actually refused the twenty dollars I'd offered him.
Who knew guys could so improve one's day? (Any comments about seeing a cute guy brightening one's day will, of course, be dutifully ignored.)
P.S. -- Dear News Stations Around the World. I am still grieving for Virginia Tech. Hearing every other second about the tragedy does not help me, as I like to grieve in peace. This is the fourth day of this hell. Just stop it and let us heal. Love, Hayley.
EDIT: And you know what, that's all I'm going to say about Virginia Tech. Because you know what? The fear and the pain is just too much. Sometimes you just have to keep to yourself with that shit, okay? Sometimes the sadness is just so intense you can't share it because sometimes you just can't even understand it. You don't want to understand it. You just want to deal with it and have it go away. So dammit, I just want it to go away.
I'm going to college next year. I'm going out into the world. Do you think I can handle this right now?! Just shut up!