Heidi

The reason I had come in was to ask you something else. It had to do with the comment you wrote last time, which read... Anything you have to say is important to me. My question is, why? Why is anything I say important to you? I'm just some stupid kid that's in your four to five period English class and will occasionally come in after school to talk with you.

I now know that you're not bothered by my presence, but I can't understand why anything I say could possibly matter to you. It's not as if I have connections with the president or anything. I hope you don't mind me asking, but I'd really like to know.

I now know that you're not bothered by my presence, but I can't understand why anything I say could possibly matter to you. It's not as if I have connections with the president or anything. I hope you don't mind me asking, but I'd really like to know.

May 7th, 1984. Miss Korver. I didn't know how to say it during third period, and I'm really not sure how to write it now. I guess it's that I just feel so bad about what I've done and what I'm doing to you and everyone else, but most importantly, you. May 8th, 1984. I couldn't get sleep at all last night, the reason, you will think, was that of a youngster, not someone worthy of the age 16.

May 7th, 1984. Miss Korver. I didn't know how to say it during third period, and I'm really not sure how to write it now. I guess it's that I just feel so bad about what I've done and what I'm doing to you and everyone else, but most importantly, you. May 8th, 1984. I couldn't get sleep at all last night, the reason, you will think, was that of a youngster, not someone worthy of the age 16.

Yesterday you asked me if things hadn't been going well as of late, and I'm like, as of late, nothing ever goes well. But it's just that now it's all starting to get to me. I don't know how much more I can take. I still feel really bad, and even more so now about skipping English.

Yesterday you asked me if things hadn't been going well as of late, and I'm like, as of late, nothing ever goes well. But it's just that now it's all starting to get to me. I don't know how much more I can take. I still feel really bad, and even more so now about skipping English.

I can't believe I did that, but I guess in a way I can, because I've been doing a lot of other strange things since getting back from vacation. I really am truly sorry, but even saying sorry or writing it thousands of times would never release even half of the guilt I feel. Last night, I desperately tried to get some sleep, but because I was thinking of this, I could not.

I can't believe I did that, but I guess in a way I can, because I've been doing a lot of other strange things since getting back from vacation. I really am truly sorry, but even saying sorry or writing it thousands of times would never release even half of the guilt I feel. Last night, I desperately tried to get some sleep, but because I was thinking of this, I could not.

You know, if I was you, I would never speak to me again. But you do, and that confuses me. I'm also sorry about how bad I've been doing in your class. I don't know what's wrong. I just, I don't know. Just when I thought things were getting as bad as they could get, they got worse. Snowy, the one I've been taking care of for the past week, died.

You know, if I was you, I would never speak to me again. But you do, and that confuses me. I'm also sorry about how bad I've been doing in your class. I don't know what's wrong. I just, I don't know. Just when I thought things were getting as bad as they could get, they got worse. Snowy, the one I've been taking care of for the past week, died.

I really felt bad about it, but I suppose I should have known it would happen. Everything I love dies. Strawberry, Molly, and a friend. Kelly are dead because I loved them. Last night I was thinking of this and I became afraid for you. What if something bad happens to you? What if something did happen to you? How would I ever be able to live with myself knowing that in part I was the cause?

I really felt bad about it, but I suppose I should have known it would happen. Everything I love dies. Strawberry, Molly, and a friend. Kelly are dead because I loved them. Last night I was thinking of this and I became afraid for you. What if something bad happens to you? What if something did happen to you? How would I ever be able to live with myself knowing that in part I was the cause?

Sunday before work, I was sitting under a covered bridge a mile from my house. I don't know what happened to me. I found myself thinking, I could just walk across that rock. Then, just like the guys in the movies, I could take in a large breath, and in a matter of seconds, it would be over. I even stood up as though I was going to. I was so scared. I don't even understand myself anymore.

Sunday before work, I was sitting under a covered bridge a mile from my house. I don't know what happened to me. I found myself thinking, I could just walk across that rock. Then, just like the guys in the movies, I could take in a large breath, and in a matter of seconds, it would be over. I even stood up as though I was going to. I was so scared. I don't even understand myself anymore.

The only thing I can use to hold myself together is to keep saying to myself that I've only got two years left, just two years. One question, what is life? Are we just living to die? What is the purpose of all this? What is the purpose? Love always.

The only thing I can use to hold myself together is to keep saying to myself that I've only got two years left, just two years. One question, what is life? Are we just living to die? What is the purpose of all this? What is the purpose? Love always.

You may say you're twice my age, and maybe in reality you are, but as in physical appearance and ability, you are as young as you allow yourself to be. Sometimes I'm so afraid of myself. I don't even hardly know you, but yet from you I keep no secrets.

You may say you're twice my age, and maybe in reality you are, but as in physical appearance and ability, you are as young as you allow yourself to be. Sometimes I'm so afraid of myself. I don't even hardly know you, but yet from you I keep no secrets.

Hi, Dr. John. How are you doing?