Then, directly after the prayer was said, I left. I went to the park to swing, and no swings were open. So I sat on a park bench and just listened to my music. I don't know what happened, but I feel bad. I just wanna cry. Nothing bad happened, which is why I don't feel the greatest. But it's happened.
I told my roommates I'm fine, just because I have no idea what is wrong. Oh well...
Side note: It's been harder to read the scriptures today than it has been all weekend. You'd think it would be easier since it is Sunday, but it's not. Bleh.
Good night, loyal readers.