We need to talk. My brain is switching on and off. I need to be hit. What I am I doing here? Do I have to see all that I have done? Must you be screaming my name out? Does my mind bend with every passing day? I am afraid of what reality will do to me. It is over. We are through. I don't want to see you again. But I will. I will have to face you. But the honest truth is that this is for you You are young and beautiful. You will know sooner or later that this is right. Fight it if you like or just accept it. But what ever you do. HATE ME. HATE ME FOR EVERYTHING. I wont be taking my stuff back. NOt for awhile. I don't want it. I don't want to see you. I dont want to talk to you. I don't want to look at your face. I don't want it. Life is flipped. THe only ones holding me on my feet are the Johnsons. You people are my favorite people in the world. I love Clara City. Thank you for helping me. You have no idea what you have done for me. So I thank you.