Mourning, Silence, Competitions, and Complete and Utter Exhaustion

I don’t feel like writing anything substantial today. In fact, I don’t feel like doing anything at all. Here’s why:

  1. Miles, the boy I talked about in On Being the Only Girl, died on Tuesday morning.
  2. Today, I went to his funeral.
  3. I haven’t slept for two days.
  4. States for our government and politics competition is tomorrow.
  5. I am entirely worn out.
  6. My eyes are still puffy from crying.
  7. I just want to lie in bed and read Big Girls Don’t Cry until I fall asleep.