Welcome To The Island Of Misfit Toys.

Just Tell Me How To Be Different In A Way That Makes Sense.

I Don’t Want To Start Thinking Again. Not Like I Have This Last Week. I Can’t Think Again. Not Ever Again.

I Want To Make Sure That The First Person You Kiss Loves You, Okay?

But In That Moment When My Brother Took The Field, All That Washed Away, And Everyone Was Proud... I Looked Up At My Dad, And He Was Smiling. I Looked At My Mom, And She Was Smiling Even Though She Was Nervous About My Brother Getting Hurt, Which Was Strange Because It Was A Vcr Tape Of An Old Game, And She Knew He Didn't Get Hurt.

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.