All you need is a pretty song

I've never wanted anything so badly. I know things will be okay in the end; I know God wants me to have this particular thing (that I can't say yet what lest I count my chickens before they hatch). It just breaks my heart a little - the vastness of the difference between yesterday's triumphant giddiness and today's icy disappointment. It doesn't help that I talked to my mom and all she said was to make sure all the kinks are ironed out. I wanted her to tell me how, to step in and say, it's okay, I'll take care of everything. But I know that's impossible. And inconsiderate and immature and lazy of me.

Tomorrow's another day.