what's the point if you don't even try? Yes, I know (I know, but maybe don't fully understand). I know it may be stupid; the ill-advised, ill-defined tantrum of but a small fry leaping out of water, blind to where it'll land. I know, but don't fully understand, but do you understand? That you have to try? You have, at least once, to let yourself reach for something― well, maybe you don't have to, but I do. I'm not strong enough to stay here and make it better, I'm not clever enough to not mind. I couldn't live with myself...