God, I Am Freaking Out. Maybe He

And At Some Point, The Struggle Becomes Too Much-too Tiring-and You Consider Letting Go. Allowing Tragedy... Or Whatever... To Happen.

You Need To Figure Out What You Want, Josh. If That Means You Need To Swim Against The Tide To Get It, At Least Youre Aiming For Something That Could Make You Very Happy.

I Repeat His Words In My Head. What's Going On? What's Going On? Oh, Well, Since You Asked, I Got A Bunch Of Tapes In The Mail Today From A Girl Who Killed Herself. Apparently, I Had Something To Do With It. I'm Not Sure What That Is, So I Was Wondering If I Could Borrow Your Walkman To Find Out. 'not Much,' I Say.

I Want To Collapse. I Want To Fall On The Sidewalk Right There And Drag Myself To The Ivy.

We All Know The Sound A Camera Makes When It Snaps A Picture. Even Some Of The Digitals Do It For Nostalgia’s Sake.