:04:00
That's 'cause I never do anything.
:04:03
I want something reaI
to happen to me.
:04:05
You know? I feeI Iike I'm this...
:04:08
this zombie.
:04:11
I'm reIieved
you're saying this, Phoeb.
:04:14
I've been worried about you.
:04:18
Why?
:04:19
Just IateIy
you seem so cut off.
:04:22
And then I worry,
:04:24
maybe it's my fauIt.
:04:26
I keep hoIding you back.
:04:30
So I can go.
:04:33
No, sweetheart, no.
:04:35
It's a bad idea.
Isn't that obvious?
:04:37
Of aII things, that?
:04:40
You Iet Faith go.
:04:44
Maybe I shouIdn't have.
:04:48
Here's a pathetic Iist of facts:
:04:50
I spend too much time
watching TVwith my mom.
:04:53
I never go out and when I do,
I never fit in.
:04:56
Last Christmas,
I moved into Faith's oId room.
:05:00
I know it's weird,
:05:02
but it's the onIy pIace
in the world I feeI good.
:05:08
Sometimes it's IittIe things
I remember about her.
:05:11
Her hands, the way she Iaughed.
:05:14
And sometimes I'm not sure
if my memories are reaI,
:05:17
or just from pictures.
:05:20
But I'm sure there was a moment
when everything was perfect.
:05:24
Before my father got sick.
:05:26
You see,
:05:28
there used to be four of us.
:05:33
My father dreamed of
being an artist.
:05:36
Instead, he worked for
a giant corporation.
:05:38
He hated it,
hated himseIf for working there.
:05:42
Faith said it's what made him sick.
:05:45
How come he never paints me?
:05:50
You don't sit stiII Iong enough.
:05:53
You sit stiII.
He doesn't paint you either.
:05:59
There's something I want to teII you.