Actually, I Love Trying To Figure Out

When You Write A Book For Publication, You're Writing It For Other People To Read.

That Is All That Happened. Why Did You Hear Something Else?

How In The World Was I Alone? Because I Wanted To Be. That's All I Can Say. It's All That Makes Sense To Me.

You Told Me I Wrote That Poem Because I Was Afraid Of Dealing With Myself. And I Used My Mom As An Excuse, Accusing Her Of Not Appreciating Or Accepting Me, When I Should Have Been Saying Those Words Into A Mirror.

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.