I am both happy and sad at the same time, and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.

When I was done reading the poem, everyone was quiet. A very sad quiet. But the amazing thing was that it wasn't a bad sad at all. It was just something that made everyone look around at each other and know that they were there.

It's much easier not to know things sometimes.

I just want you to know that you're very special and the only reason I'm telling you is that I don't know if anyone else ever has.

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.