Now I just have these reddish scars there. I guess I always will, although Goody says theyโll fade over time. I donโt know if I want them to fade. That probably sounds totally freaky, but part of me doesnโt want to forget what it felt like, even though it hurt. If I forget about the pain, I might also forget that it was a really stupid idea to do it in the first place.
Michael Thomas FordIโve been thinking about that ever since. Am I lucky? Am I lucky that I didnโt die? Am I lucky that, compared to the other kids here, my life doesnโt seem so bad? Maybe I am, but I have to say, I donโt feel lucky. For one thing, Iโm stuck in this pit. And just because your life isnโt as awful as someone elseโs, that doesnโt mean it doesnโt suck. You canโt compare how you feel to the way other people feel. It just doesnโt work. What might look like the perfect lifeโor even an okay lifeโto you might not be so okay for the person living it.
Michael Thomas FordNow I just have these reddish scars there. I guess I always will, although Goody says theyโll fade over time. I donโt know if I want them to fade. That probably sounds totally freaky, but part of me doesnโt want to forget what it felt like, even though it hurt. If I forget about the pain, I might also forget that it was a really stupid idea to do it in the first place.
Michael Thomas FordAnd anyway, the truth isn't all that great. I mean, what's the truth? Planes falling out of the sky. Buses blowing up and ripping little kids into millions of pieces. Twelve-year-olds raping people and then shooting them in the head so they can't tell. I can't watch the news anymore or look at the papers. It's like whoever sits up there in Heaven has this big bag of really crappy stuff, and once or twice a day she or he reaches in and sprinkles a little bit of it over the world and makes everything crazy, like fairy dust that's past its expiration date.
Michael Thomas Ford