I know it doesn't seem difficult to hit you up, but you're not passionate about half of the stuff you're into, and I'm not having it. And we both know that I don't mean to offend you; I'm just focused today. And I don't know why it's difficult to admit that I miss you. And I don't know why we argue, and I just hope that you listen. And if I hurt you, I'm sorry; the music makes me dismissive. When I'm awake, I'm just drifting. I'm not complaining; it's just to say that I stay pretty busy lately.