And I could see this boy doing his homework and thinking about my sister naked. And I could see them holding hands at football games that they do not watch. And I could see this boy throwing up in the bushes at a party house. And I could see my sister putting up with it. And I felt very bad for both of them.

Despite everything my mom and doctor and dad have said to me about blame, I can't stop thinking what I know. And I know that my aunt Helen would still be alive today if she just bought me one present like everybody else. She would be alive if I were born on a day that didn't snow.

Everyone else is either asleep or having sex. I’ve been watching cable television and eating jello.

I just laid around in my bed, looking at the ceiling, and i smiled because it was a nice kind of quiet.

He realized that if he didn't leave, it would never be his life. It would be theirs.

Maybe it’s sad that these are now memories. And maybe it’s not sad.

Calls her beautiful, but she cannot hear.