I get it. This won't stop until I die. But when I die, I want it to hurt. When my friends leave, when I have to let go, when this entire town is wiped off the map, I want it to hurt. Bad. I want to lose. I want to get beaten up. I want to hold on until I'm thrown off and everything ends. And you know what? Until that happens, I want to hope again. And I want it to hurt. Because that means it meant something. It means I am something, at least... pretty amazing to be something, at least
Um, so like, the constellations, I don't believe there's a whale out there, but I, uh, believe the stars exist and that people put the whale up there. Like, I dunno, we're good at drawing lines through the space between stars. Like we're pattern finders, and we'll find patterns, and we like really put our hearts and minds into it even if we don't mean to. So I believe in a universe that doesn't care and people who do.