Never let the fear of striking out stop you from playing the game.
I want to cling to the dream that might have been instead of ruining everything with reality.
No, you listen. You turned out to be exactly who I thought you were. I never pretended to be somebody else. It's been me all along. And it was me who was hurt in front of everybody. Look, I didn't come here to yell at you, okay? I know what it feels like to be afraid to show who you are. I was. But not anymore. And the thing is, I don't care what people think about me...because I believe in myself. And I know that things are gonna be okay. But even though I have no family, and no job, and no money for college...It's you that I feel sorry for. I know that guy that sent those e-mails is somewhere inside of you, but I can't wait for him any longer, because waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought, useless and dissapointing.
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