"I'd tell you to have a nice day, but I think you've made other plans"

By the end of the day, I was filling terrible. I was tired, and sick to my stomach. And now I was crying uncontrollably. I didn't know why I was said or why I was crying, but I couldn't stop. I took a walk around in the school hall way before returning to the library. I now had an angry espression on my face. I don't know what was wrong with me. I tried to to my homework, but I was to tired, and I had a headache. I was still crying, and I couldn't talk. I went to the printer to pick up my pages. Mr. Harlan was sitting at the front desk, he looked at me strangely and asked if i was sick or something. I was sure that he knew that it was the or something. He told me that I looked unhappy and I said that I was. He asked me what was wrong, and i said that I couldn't talk about it. I couldn't talk about it because i didn't even know what was wrong. When it was time to leave, I told him to have a nice day. this is what he said in response "I'd tell you to have a nice day, but I think you've made other plans" I stopped and thought about it because Mr. Harlan is full of truth, and always had something intelligent to say. I thought about it trying to figure out if he was right. Had I already made plans to be unhappy? I'd done that before, but this was not the case. I was trying to get by.- so I thought.

I had come to the conclusion that mr. Harlan was off this time, but I appreciated that he actually cared.

Later that night his word stuck with me, and I realized that he was right. When I took the pills, I was giving up. I had already decided that the day was going to be hard and that I couldn't do it. I relied on the pills to get me through the day instead of relying on God.