It’s Much Easier Not To

I Didn't Know That Other People Thought Things About Me. I Didn't Know That They Looked.

It's Too Bad You're Not Gay. Then Again, If You Were Gay, I Would Never Date You. You're A Mess." You Know, Patrick? If I Were Gay, I'd Want To Date You." Of Course.

I Wanted To Laugh. Or Maybe Get Mad. Or Maybe Shrug At How Strange Everyone Was, Especially Me.

As I Was Walking Up The Stairs To Dad's Old Room, And I Was Looking At The Photographs, I Started Thinking That There Was A Time When These Weren't Memories. That Someone Actually Took The Photograph, And The People In The Photograph Had Just Eaten Lunch Or Something.

On That Piece Of White Paper, Sam Wrote, "write About Me Sometime." And I Typed Something Back To Her, Standing Right There In Her Bedroom. I Just Typed. "i Will.