And Concentrating On The Spot Where The

In The End....everything Matters.

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.

You Can't Go Back To How Things Were. How You Thought They Were. All You Really Have Is...now.

But They Were Wrong. There Was A Reason.

And Everyone Knows You Can’t Disprove A Rumor.