sometimes i don't know how to feel about the words that are coming out of your mouth. i'm glad you don't sugar coat them, but it stings, and burns, like hydrogen peroxide on fresh scrapes when you're a kid. it's the worst pain sometimes, and sometimes i can't even take it seriously. this time, i'm taking them as motivation. trust me, i see reality, but i see what reality could be like in the future too. sometimes i don't understand though. you tell me you have a lot that you have to concentrate on, and then you tell me that it makes you sad us being apart. you're hard to please. but things are gonna be good. i will make them good. i'm gonna do whatever it takes without getting stepped on.

THANK YOU FOR LIGHTING MY FIRE.