My Dad Said...
Bree: Hey, so... I'm here. Umm. I don't really feel like talking to anyone right now. I don't feel like it at all. Both Jonas and Daniel keep asking me if I'm okay. Like I'm recovering from a sprained ankle or something. Even if I wanted to talk to somebody about it, I couldn't. They don't understand what I'm dealing with. Besides, no amount of talking is going to make the hurt any less. I don't really know how to say this, so... I guess I'll just say it the way it's been running through my head the past couple of days. My dad... my dad wasn't my real dad, and, umm, my mom wasn't my real mom. Umm, my dad told me this before, before he, umm... My dad told me a lot, actually. My mind hasn't been able to process it all. It's like, you go through life with all of these questions. And, eventually you don't even want to think about it because there are a million different answers. And after awhile, you just get into this nice little state of mind where you just accept the fact that you don't know anything, and you have faith that you're making the right decisions. And then, one day, you find out the truth, and it's so overwhelming, that you're forced to view your life from an entirely different perspective. It's like, you're not even the same person anymore. My father went through this recently, which is why he wanted to get together. So now, his mid-life crisis is my... early teen-life crisis. I don't want to get into this right now, but, I won't be talking to my mother anytime soon. (Sighs) I just need... the space and the time to figure things out. And, I don't want to think about it and I don't want to talk about it, and if feeling the way that I'm feeling is my only option, then, I don't want to feel anything. It's kinda hard to take a break from your own reality if your friends are shoving it in your face. Even if they mean the best, you know? Anyway, I hope that Daniel and Jonas give me some space. I know that you guys are gonna see this, and I've already told you face to face, okay? So please just, respect my decision. If I wanna talk about it, then I promise to let you know. I really wish that it were that simple. But it's not.
- It is possible that Bree's "mom" is also dead, since Bree said: "...and, umm, my mom wasn't my real mom."