I don't know what's wrong with me. It's like all I can do is keep writing this gibberish to keep from breaking apart.

I don't know the significance of this, but I find it very interesting.

I just hope I remember to tell my kids that they are as happy as I look in my old photographs. And I hope that they believe me.

I’m so sorry that I wasted your time because you really do mean a lot to me and I hope you have a very nice life because I really think you deserve it. I really do. I hope you do, too. Okay, then. Goodbye.

Do you think if people knew how crazy you really were, no one would ever talk to you?

Sam dropped me off. When she was too far away to see me, I started to cry again. Because she was my friend again. And that was enough for me.

And I wonder if anyone is really happy. I hope they are. I really hope they are.