We all sat in the one girl’s room and they listened to me blubber for a few minutes and then we busted out the ice cream and made plans for homecoming next weekend. I still have a giant lump in my throat, and I really don’t feel good, but I’m really happy I’m not going it alone. I’m surrounded by wonderful people and my family is just a short train ride away.
I’m simultaneously feeling incredibly crappy, and incredibly loved. So weird.
I’m a little shaken up because it came out of left field, but a few tears later and a lengthy phone call with my mom, I’m doing okay. Such is life.
I always feel really good when I wear a blazer (hence the funny faces).
Off to youth justice I go 💜💛
Good! I was home on the weekend and I got in on the train a couple hours ago back at school. I’m just hanging out and doing some reading for my classes later. It’s been pretty low key :)