I Wonder What It Will Be Like

For Me Personally, As Much As I Don't Understand My Mom And Dad And As Much As I Feel Sorry For Them Sometimes, I Can't Help But Love Them Very Much.

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

That Was Always My Hope That That Is Exactly What I Would Do. It Was Always Part Of The Dream Of This Story - To Write The Novel And Then Direct The Movie.

I Wanted To Laugh. Or Maybe Get Mad. Or Maybe Shrug At How Strange Everyone Was, Especially Me.

And We Could All Sit Around And Wonder And Feel Bad About Each Other And Blame A Lot Of People For What They Did Or Didn’t Do Or What They Didn’t Know. I Don’t Know. I Guess There Would Always Be Someone To Blame.