There's one in all of us.

Where the Wild Things Are
October 16, 2009

I'm having trouble ignoring you...but it's the only way you are going to learn... i think. You can't just let things cool off and then pretend it never happened. You have to face your problems! You can't just bottle everything up inside that little head of yours. It's not healthy for you and it drives me insane. I wish you could talk to me. Or anyone in fact. I want to be friends with you because I care about you, but you are making it impossible. I can barely scratch the surface with you. Am I asking for too much? I don't even want an apology. I just want an explanation. A small glimpse of what's going on inside your head because there has to be more than what you are telling me...

"Friends. People you know. People you used to know. People you think you once knew, but you probably never did. You probably just knew a part of them, the part of them that was your friend. And the rest, the parts of them you didn't know - the twisted parts, the untrue parts, the parts you're seeing now - well, back then you just ignored them. But now you can't. Because now you can see it all, and now you know that "back then" wasn't all wonderful and innocent. It was just a time and place, just like every other time and place. The only difference now is that the thing - the people - that belonged to the old time and place aren't here anymore, and things that aren't here anymore don't hurt anymore. The only things that hurt are the things that hurt right now."

- Black Rabbit Summer by Kevin Brooks