We All Miss You So Much. It

And On The Last Day, The Bad Days Become So Difficult To Recall, Because One Way Or Another, She Had Made A Life Here, Just As I Had. The Town Was Paper, But The Memories Were Not. All The Things I’d Done Here, All The Love And Pity And Compassion And Violence And Spite, Kept Welling Up Inside Me.

And So That Is The Question I Leave You With In This Final: What Is Your Cause For Hope?

High School Is Neither A Democracy Nor A Dictatorship - Nor, Contrary To Popular Belief, An Anarchic State. High School Is A Divine-right Monarchy. And When The Queen Goes On Vacation, Things Change.

And He Was Feeling Not-unique In The Very Best Possible Way.

Maybe This Time She Wanted To Be Found, And To Be Found By Me.