Because it may seem like a small role now, but it matters. In the end, everything matters.
Jay AsherYou 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.
Jay AsherAnd it feels strange, almost sad, to walk through ther empty halls. Each step I take sounds so lonely.
Jay Asher