I grieve deeply. I am not afraid to show I am sad, though. I hold vigil and cry for my loved one.
I tell myself they aren't truly gone. I refuse to believe they are dead, and I carry on with life.
I sit alone and sulk. I hide out and pout and pout. This is horrible! How can I ever go on?
Yes, I'm sad, but I go to others. I comfort them, because I know this a loss for them, too.
Get out there and do something! Whether it's taking a run or getting groceries, I can't contain my energy! I need to keep active!
Help mom clean up around the house, get extra work done. I can't be lazy, even if it is a day off.
Seize the moment, of course! I play outside, go online, anything I want. It's my day off, right?
I do whatever the people around me decide. I want them to have fun on our day off!
I can't say yes to both, and if I say no to one, I'll feel terrible! Oh, no! I think I'll just stay home Saturday.
I know how important my family is to me, and family reunions aren't often. I kindly say no to my friend, eager to see my family this weekend!
I'll work out a plan! Do something quick with my friend, and then go to the reunion, maybe a little late is A-okay.
I've waited forever to do something with my friend alone. Now's the chance! The invitation to the reunion came too late: their fault, not mine.
I don't want to go without my family, but I come early to donate a few bucks and help set up to make up for our absence.
I sure am busy, but I go for a while and play a few games and ride some exhilarating rides.
I know some friends and people I know will be there, so I go and spend the day chatting and bonding.
I know I'm not lazy, but it just is not worth the trouble getting there and everything. I can live without the fair for a year. It's not that big a deal.