The sickness has come up on me and is strategically attacking me from the inside out. Congestion. Headaches. Nausea. I need to find a way to tell you that- I no longer feel the same. I don't want the same things that I said I did. I want more. I'm always ahead of you. Always running with one hand behind me pulling you along with me. Well, I don't want to be restricted like that. I need someone who can keep up, and someone who can take the lead from me every once in a while. Ha ha.. I really do hate this part.