queensandrade:

hungryeyedjosh:

Hope and try is all I’ve done. People keep telling me things about me, but it doesn’t clear things up. It makes it worse. It’s like listening to a story. I don’t know this person I am told I was.

Perhaps you’re not him. You didn’t seem to be happy before, maybe this is God’s way of giving you a second chance. A clean slate. Don’t focus on the negative part. Instead, look at it as your chance to be who you want to be, not who you were. Of course, you can’t leave the house, but you can still do a lot if you are open.

I guess… It’s just hard to be positive.

margaretlangdon:

hungryeyedjosh:

margaretlangdon:

hungryeyedjosh:

It’s hopeless.

Josh,whats wrong?

I just wish I had some clue to unlocking my memory.

honey,I wish i knew what to say,you never know,it might just come back to you one day,im sorry you feel so bad.

Just one thing would be nice. I’d be happy with that. One thing I remember. I’m sorry Margret, I know you’re trying to help. I appreciate the effort.

mrs-noramontgomery:

hungryeyedjosh:

It’s hopeless.

What happened Dear?

I just feel so hollow, Mom. Like I’m just a shell of a person and I’ll always be broken.

margaretlangdon:

hungryeyedjosh:

It’s hopeless.

Josh,whats wrong?

I just wish I had some clue to unlocking my memory.

queensandrade:

hungryeyedjosh:

queensandrade:

hungryeyedjosh:

It’s hopeless.

Nothing is hopeless, Josh.

I’m never going to remember, Sandra. I’ve been doing everything I can, and when I decide to come out, I can’t find anyone who can help me. Nobody can help me. I. Am. Hopeless.

You will. I have faith. I know you’re frustrated and you have every right to be. But you can’t give up hope. Hope is all we have. 

Hope and try is all I’ve done. People keep telling me things about me, but it doesn’t clear things up. It makes it worse. It’s like listening to a story. I don’t know this person I am told I was.

queensandrade:

hungryeyedjosh:

It’s hopeless.

Nothing is hopeless, Josh.

I’m never going to remember, Sandra. I’ve been doing everything I can, and when I decide to come out, I can’t find anyone who can help me. Nobody can help me. I. Am. Hopeless.

It’s hopeless.

@Violet

Josh slipped out of his room. He’d been hiding out, embarrassed at the way things had gone with everyone. He’d felt needy after talking with Nora. Leah didn’t want him and conversations were always awkward. The two people who he’d been told were his best friends, Violet and Tate, had yet to show themselves since he died. He could tell from the look in Megan’s eyes that she made him sad and uncomfortable to be around. To top it off Stephanie, didn’t remember him after their encounter, and that really bothered him. Sandra had warned him that things might be like this, but it didn’t make it any better. He didn’t want to talk to any of them. Their forced, polite smiles and encouragement like he was a little kid learning to walk were doing more harm than good. Don’t see me. Don’t see me. Don’t see me.

He made it downstairs without incident. Thankfully, it seemed that both living and dead occupants were elsewhere. He wandered to the kitchen, deciding he’d eat because what the hell else was he going to do with eternity? He stood in the open fridge for a long time, not caring and inspecting all the contents. He found a large chocolate bar and a can of soda. He didn’t have to worry about his diet anymore, after all, he might as well enjoy himself.