Hey, here's the sixty-four thousand dollar question's answer for you: There will always be people in this fucking world who doesnt have a fucking idea about what dreams and passion are.

Don't scream and hit me to show that you love me. Why do you live to destroy me? Why do you dance in my misery and revel in my tears? Does it please you to see me covered in bruises and blood? How does it feel to crush my dreams under your feet?

Do you know what it feels like to be...
Wait.. Look over there? Do you recognize her?
Disassemble her dreams. It's my machine!

Pull the trigger of the gun you’re pointing to my head. You're winning. And you know I know it. Drop your pretentious act. Let my sanity run down your arms like spilled champagne. Drown those bitter elegies and pretty lyrics strewn worthlessly across the floor, beside my pride, my life.

Let's celebrate.