Right. Everyone else is mega-bummed out about this too. [She takes two more long sniffs and wipes her arm across her eyes, smearing-- holy shit, did this bitch put on mascara before she came outside to cry?]

Their hearts are probably in the very throes of despair too, but I'm out here crying. That's detestably feeble of me, isn't it? [She doesn't wait for a response, an expert at talking down to herself and having others confirm her fears. Instead she offers a meek smile.] So I should do my best, too!