" I think I have a problem. I think I think too much. I’ve been taught to hold back my tears, and avoid them. But you make pain into something I could touch. I think I’d be better off without you here. And I bet you’re sweet and hard to get over. So, I’ll cry and people will stop and stare. Now, that is okay. Let them stop and stare because I’m fragile, and I’m hopeless, and I’m not perfect, but I’m free. "