i'm supposed to remember things. but then i let myself go. and i forget. i'm supposed to remember to keep my loves close. those things i really care about, keep them close and tight. people don't like them. people won't like them. they will poke you by belittling them, and it hurts even though you know it doesn't matter. it doesn't matter if they like it or not, but they won't understand how much you love it. how much it matters to you. and it will be just another thing that you said, another thing that is just the same as all of the other things.

but it isn't. and i forgot.

but, there it is. and a good lesson. people don't like what you like, boy. people don't have the same lenses and desires and feelings. you are born alone, and you will will will die alone. i don't have a problem with that. but i shouldn't forget. i shouldn't forget.