It's Okay To Feel Things.

When The Police Came, They Found My Brother Asleep On The Roof. Nobody Knows How He Got There.

And How Different Her Face Looked The First Time She Really Liked A Boy Who Was Not On A Poster On Her Wall. And How Her Face Looked When She Realized She Was In Love With That Boy.

It Is Important To Say "sir" At These Moments. And If They Ever Call You By Your First-middle-last Name, You Better Watch Out. I'm Telling You.

Maybe He Didn’t Really Encourage Me To Do Things, But He Didn’t Prevent Me From Doing Them Either. But After A While, I Didn’t Do Things Because I Didn’t Want Him To Think Different About Me. But The Thing Is, I Wasn’t Being Honest. So, Why Would I Care Whether Or Not He Loved Me When He Didn’t Really Even Know Me?

And I Thought About How Many People Have Loved Those Songs. And How Many People Got Through A Lot Of Bad Times Because Of Those Songs. And How Many People Enjoyed Good Times With Those Songs. And How Much Those Songs Really Mean. I Think It Would Be Great To Have Written One Of Those Songs. I Bet If I Wrote One Of Them, I Would Be Very Proud. I Hope The People Who Wrote Those Songs Are Happy. I Hope They Feel It's Enough. I Really Do Because They've Made Me Happy. And I'm Only One Person.