For lovers.

I have plenty of reasons for why it could affect me so much.

My step-sister's former classmate on the cover of Time magazine. A haunting worry that I [somehow] belong in Virginia. The horror of it all. The tragedy of a kid who managed to have it all wrong.

I'm usually not into this sort of thing. When I do, I usually get hyper-defensive. I start worrying that people just think that people from Va. are gun-toting crazies. That people think that video games will slowly kill us all. Worst of all, that there's no place for grief. So, folks harbor it carefully with no discussion.

I cried about it. Once. And it instantly felt like it was the most selfish thing I could have done.

But I'll get over it.

I cry alot.