I find it completely ludicrous how you have so many faces. You’re always who they want you to be, you always have a way of molding and shaping yourself into what others want to see, without remorse.
I doubt you even care that when I see the way you change, I would not be able to tell if it was you or not had I just been displayed with your attitude, and not your appearance or anything else familiar about you. I doubt you even realize.
How do I know who you really are? How do I even know if you’re really on my side, keeping my secret.
I don’t, and that’s not even the scariest part.
The scariest part is that YOU yourself don’t even know.
I hate you.
"Run. Eat. Drink. Eat More. Don’t throw up. Instead, take a piss. Then take a crap. Wipe your butt. Make a phone call. Open a door. Ride your bike. Ride in a car. Ride in a subway. Talk. Talk to people. Read. Read maps. Make maps. Make art. Talk about your art. Sell your art. Take a test. Get into a school. Celebrate. Have a party. Write a thank-you note to someone. Huge your mom. Kiss your dad. Kiss your little sister. Make out with Noelle. Make out with her more. Touch her. Hold her hand. Take her out somewhere. Meet her friends. Run down a street with her. Take her on a picnic. Eat with her. See a movie with her. See a movie with Aaron. Heck, see a movie with Nia, once you’re cool with her. Get cool with more people. Drink coffee in little coffee-drinking places. Tell people your story. Volunteer. Go back to Six North. Walk in as a volunteer and say hi to everyone who waited on you as a patient. Help people. Help people like Bobby. Get people books and music that they want when they’re in there. Help people like Muqtada. Show them how to draw. Draw more. Try drawing a landscape. Try drawing a person. Try drawing a naked person. Try drawing Noelle naked. Travel. Fly. Swim. Meet. Love. Dance. Win. Smile. Laugh. Hold. Walk. Skip. Okay, its gay, whatever, skip. Ski. Sled. Play basketball. Jog. Run. Run. Run. Run home. Run home and enjoy. Enjoy. Take these verbs and enjoy them. They’re yours, Craig. You deserve them because you chose them. You could have left them all behind but you chose to stay here. So now live for real, Craig. Live. Live. Live. Live.
-Ned Vizzini "It’s Kind Of A Funny Story"
RIP Ned. Take it easy. find your peace. We’ll find ours because of your words, we promise.