Beautiful things can come from the dark.

Yes, I screw up. I also breathe and bleed as a human. So before you decide that I'm not good enough, you might want to back off a little bit. You don't know my heart.

You've stated what apparently concerns you, but I think you're afraid. I think you're scared that the way things used to be is coming to an end. It hurts that you don't seem to approve. I've spent a year and two months now running in circles. I'm not a damn hamster. I'm sick of searching for the right thing to say. Why can't you just be happy for us?

All my heart has ever wanted was to beat the odds. I was supposed to fail, but I conquered it all. When they told me I'd be just as suicidal as those before me, I proved them wrong. I've spent 16 years falling down, but I've always stood back up. So throw whatever the hell you want at me. Judge me. Tell us we'll never last. Give the same disapproving advice you gave once before. But know that I'll prove you wrong. That stubborn pride of mine won't let me lose. I won't back down. And I'll prove you wrong.