Something really is wrong with me. And I don't know what it is.

As much as I feel sad, I think that not knowing is what really bothers me.

The sound of the radio fades to nothing because the waves just can't reach

Patrick started running after the sunset. And Sam immediately followed him. And I saw them in silhouette. Running after the sun.

And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn't really change the fact that you have what you have. Good and bad.

When I was driving home, I just thought about the word 'special'. And I thought the last person who said that about me was my Aunt Helen. I was very grateful to have heard it again. Because I guess we all forget sometimes. And I think everyone is special in their own way. I really do.

Have you ever done that? You feel really bad, and then it goes away, and you don’t know why.