I Feel Like A Big Faker Because

It's Like He Would Take A Photograph Of Sam, And The Photograph Would Be Beautiful. And He Would Think That The Reason The Photograph Was Beautiful Was Because Of How He Took It. If I Took It, I Would Know That The Only Reason It's Beautiful Is Because Of Sam.

He's A Wallflower. You See Things. You Keep Quiet About Them. And You Understand.

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.

To Tell You The Truth I Love Sam. It's Not A Movie Kind Of Love Either. I Just Look At Her Sometimes And I Think She Is The Prettiest And Nicest Person In The Whole World.

The Sound Of The Radio Fades To Nothing Because The Waves Just Can't Reach