People Who Try To Control

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

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.

So, I Guess We Are Who We Are For Alot Of Reasons. And Maybe We'll Never Know Most Of Them. But Even If We Don't Have The Power To Choose Where We Come From, We Can Still Choose Where We Go From There. We Can Still Do Things. And We Can Try To Feel Okay About Them.

I Think The Idea Is That Every Person Has To Live For His Or Her Own Life And Then Make The Choice To Share It With Other People. Maybe That Is What Makes People "participate.

Charlie, You’re One Of The Most Gifted People I’ve Ever Known. And I Don’t Mean In Terms Of My Other Students. I Mean In Terms Of Anyone I’ve Ever Met.