Your eyes are merely for seeing like your mind is simply for thinking. Deep inside you know that knowing is different from feeling. It's all imagined, you say. You say it's all in my head. And instead of understanding, you say, the game isn't dead. And that I should instead comprehend the thoughts in my head, but it's okay I don't expect people to hear every word i've said--or try to say, maybe even try to portray all the things that I've felt. Don't worry, bro. I'll build a bridge and get over it. You base your judgements on observation, ha screw it. It's okay. It's whatever. I'm sure I'll laugh later. And pretend that I'm being silly and maybe even a hater. We'll see. Just know it's not you, that it's just me. Another person not knowing but rather a person who's feeling... Like