“I don’t know what I’m doing, or where I’m going, but I do know that I want to do whatever it is and get there soon.”

“I mean it wasn’t an empty hole, there was al­ways some­thing in it, but it was never right. It never fit. I went to col­lege for a short time, until I sat back one day and said to my­self: An­drew, what the fuck are you doing here? And it clicked in my head that I wasn’t there be­cause it’s what I wanted, I was there be­cause it’s what peo­ple ex­pected, even peo­ple I don’t know, so­ci­ety. It’s what peo­ple do.”

“Oh, I should probably set a few ground rules before we do this.”“Oh?” I turn at the waist and look at him curiously. “What kind of ground rules?”He smiles. “Well, number one: my car, my stereo; I’m sure I don’t need to elaborate on that.”

“Yesterday I thought about why I felt the need to get up at exactly the same time as the day before and do everything I did the day before. Why? What compels any of us to do the things we do when deep down a part of us just wants to break free from it all?”

“I want to do everything with you”

“Are you in love with me, Camryn Bennett?”… “Not yet,” I say with a smile in my voice, “but I’m getting there.”

“I don't know myself. I don't know what I want or how I feel or how I should feeland I don't think I ever really have.”