God, I Am Freaking Out. Maybe He

I Tried Getting My Dad To Buy Me A Beeper For My Birthday,” He Says, “but He Thinks Only Doctors And Drug Dealers Need Them.

If I Had A Chance With Him, I Missed It. No, I Didn't Miss It. I Threw It Away.

His Door Is Closed Behind Me. It's Staying Closed. He's Letting Me Go. I Think I've Made Myself Very Clear, But No Ones Stepping Forward To Stop Me. A Lot Of You Cared, Just Not Enough. And That...that Is What I Needed To Find Out. And I Did Find Out. And I'm Sorry.

I Wanted To Tell You Everything. And That Hurt Because Some Things Were Too Scary. Some Things Even I Didn’t Understand. How Could I Tell Someone—someone I Was Really Talking To For The First Time—everything I Was Thinking? I Couldn’t. It Was Too Soon.

And I Walked For Hours The Mist Growing Thick And Whole The Thought Of Disappaering Like That, So Simply, Made Me So Happy