I'vetreatedpeoplelikeshitsometimes, andtheonlywaythat I couldrealizethatitiswhen I steppedbackorthispersontoldmethat I wasbeingthiswayAndyou, youknow, it's interesting.
So I feellikethepeoplethat, likehave, umwhatwasitdrainedmypowerorwhatever.
I can't reallybemadbecause I letthem.
I don't know.
Maybethat's wrong, butthat's that's how I feelrightnow.
Youknowhow l a youcan't seestarsMywholefamilyWealllaydownontherocksandwejustlookedupatthestarsand I juststaredatthemand I hadthisfeelingthattheywereallfallingonmelike I don't knowwhat I like.
Mybrainjustwaslike, I don't know, itwassobeautifulwhen I feellikethat.
Someofmyopinionshavechanged, butbecause I havetheseanswersmemorized, sometimes I catchmyselfsayingthesamething I'vealwayssaid, but I'm actuallylikeweight, like I don't evenfeelthiswayanymoregoingontournextmonth, MybrainwantsmetobelikeOh, I'm dreadingit.
It's gonnabeterriblethatit.
But I'm actuallyexcitedfortour.
It's justthat I gotsousedtodreadingit.
What's niceaboutthisisit.
Mr.
Aiisnottryingtocauseanything.
He's justwondering.
Hejustwantstoknow.
But I appreciateit.
I appreciateyoufornotjudgingmeandnottryingtogetsomethingoutofmetocausesomesortofheatallovertheInternet.