After a few minutes, it was time for me to leave. I don't know who decides these things. It just happens.

I was looking at the photographs and I started thinking that there was a time when these weren't memories.

Charlie, you’re one of the most gifted people I’ve ever known. And I don’t mean in terms of my other students. I mean in terms of anyone I’ve ever met.

please believe that things are good with me, and even when they're not, they will be soon enough. And i will always believe the same about you.

I wanted to laugh. Or maybe get mad. Or maybe shrug at how strange everyone was, especially me.

So, I guess we are who we are for alot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.

The reason I am thinking so far in advance is because school is terribly lonely. I think I've said that before, but it's getting harder every day.