but my dad said it was no excuse. "But I love him!" I had never seen my sister cry that much. "No, you don't." "I hate you!" "No, you don't." My dad can be very calm sometimes. "He's my whole world." "Don't ever say that about anyone again. Not even me." That was my mom.

For me personally, as much as I don't understand my mom and dad and as much as I feel sorry for them sometimes, I can't help but love them very much.

Not everyone has a sob story, Charlie, and even if they do, it's no excuse.

It's strange because sometimes, I read a book, and I think I am the people in the book.

Then, I turned around and walked to my room and closed my door and put my head under my pillow and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.

The truth is, when it gets really quiet, when the silence gets too loud, i really start to miss everyone.

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