And I Walked For Hours The Mist

I Tried Getting My Dad To Buy Me A Beeper For My Birthday,” He Says, “but He Thinks Only Doctors And Drug Dealers Need Them.

A Lot Of You Cared, Just Not Enough.

And At Some Point, The Struggle Becomes Too Much-too Tiring-and You Consider Letting Go. Allowing Tragedy... Or Whatever... To Happen.

God, I Am Freaking Out. Maybe He Doesn’t Know. Maybe I Just Look Guilty Of Something And He’s Picking Up On That.

Sometimes We Have Thoughts That Even We Don’t Understand. Thoughts That Aren’t Even True—that Aren’t Really How We Feel—but They’re Running Through Our Heads Anyway Because They’re Interesting To Think About. If You Could Hear Other People’s Thoughts, You’d Overhear Things That Are True As Well As Things That Are Completely Random. And You Wouldn’t Know One From The Other. It’d Drive You Insane. What’s True? What’s Not? A Million Ideas, But What Do They Mean?