I Can't. You Can't Rewrite

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.

Maybe It Didn’t Seem Like A Big Deal To You Zach. But Now, I Hope You Understand. My World Was Collapsing. I Needed Those Notes. I Needed Any Hope Those Notes Might Have Offered. And You? You Took That Hope Away. You Decided I Didn’t Deserve To Have It.

I Sat. And I Thought. And The More I Thought, Connecting The Events In My Life, The More My Heart Collapsed.

And After I Dropped Him Off, I Took The Longest Possible Route Home... I Explored Alleys And Hidden Roads I Never Knew Existed. I Discovered Neighborhoods Entirely New To Me. And Finally... I Discovered I Was Sick Of This Town And Everything In It.

I Was Too Weak To Walk. At Least, I Thought I Was Too Weak. But In Truth, I Was Too Weak To Try.