I'm not trying to glamorize being a wreck. And I hate to emphasize on the fact that I've been broken a few times. But you ought to know that on my worst moods, I wear my best smile for you. During my busiest times, I'll skip a meal just to hear your voice for a few minutes. And on my darkest days, I'll still make sure that you can always seen the sun. And lord knows how weak I can be. So, while there are bloodstains on my hands, the last thing I want to hear is how I didn't fight hard enough for you.