For the longest time I've been unable to separate platonic and romantic connections. One might say I'm still pretty bad at it, but this week has just been a complete eye-opener in so many ways. I never thought that losing something so huge would actually help me compartmentalize everything else in a way that was much easier to manage. People mean much more to me, or much less, in 48 hours I had to regain my trust in people who had become so important to me... or sever the trust I had in people who had never deserved it.

I'm really fortunate to be surrounded by good people. I may have spent so much time focusing on the wrong things that I overlooked the ones who would have been the best for me.

The more I think about it, the more I realize that I was completely in the wrong place. How could I have been so naively optimistic? Idealistic? Is this what Haverford does to people? I would hope most people aren't so disheartened after they leave, but I think that sometimes they are...