Sam Dropped Me Off. When

I Just Wish That God Or My Parents Or Sam Or My Sister Or Someone Would Just Tell Me What's Wrong With Me. Just Tell Me How To Be Different In A Way That Makes Sense. To Make This All Go Away.

I Guess When You See Somebody In The Hallway Or On The Field Or Something, It's Nice To Know That They Are A Real Person.

When We Were All Getting Ready To Leave, I Walked Up To My Grandfather And Gave Him A Hug And Kiss On The Cheek. He Wiped My Lip Print Off With His Palm And Gave Me A Look. He Doesn't Like The Boys In The Family To Touch Him. But I'm Very Glad That I Did It Anyway In Case He Dies. I Never Got To Do That With My Aunt Helen.

If The Right Thing Came Along, I Would Absolutely Direct Something I Did Not Write Because I Love The Process So Much, But We'll See. I'm Taking It Day By Day.

And Even If Somebody Else Has It Much Worse, That Doesn't Really Change The Fact That You Have What You Have. Good And Bad.