No One Knows For Certain

We All Know The Sound A Camera Makes When It Snaps A Picture. Even Some Of The Digitals Do It For Nostalgia’s Sake.

Actually, I Love Trying To Figure Out Why Certain Books Become Hits While Others, Which May Be Just As Good, Have Trouble Finding An Audience.

I Repeat His Words In My Head. What's Going On? What's Going On? Oh, Well, Since You Asked, I Got A Bunch Of Tapes In The Mail Today From A Girl Who Killed Herself. Apparently, I Had Something To Do With It. I'm Not Sure What That Is, So I Was Wondering If I Could Borrow Your Walkman To Find Out. 'not Much,' I Say.

I Could Picture Life—school And Everything Else—continuing On Without Me. But I Could Not Picture My Funeral. Not At All. Mostly Because I Couldn’t Imagine Who Would Attend Or What They Would Say.

I Hope You're Ready, Because I'm About To Tell You The Story Of My Life. More Specifically, Why My Life Ended. And If You're Listening To These Tapes, You're One Of The Reasons Why.