Before

Sunday was the day of days. Elyse and I went up to campus and as we started to people watch, it also started pouring. So, did we run for cover? No, we danced and jumped and twirled.

Here

I need to learn to let go. I feel more mad at myself than I do at those responsible. It's not my fault, but I feel like it is, like it will always be this way, that I'm not worthy of being loved or even cared about. I thought I was fun and pretty and witty and great

.But that was before they took everything