He says it's a-typical of my style.... well duh, because they're all around the person whom made me the pessimist I am!!!! Sure, I'm still passionate, but you know, so many heartbreaks just leave you with no room for hope that you're going to be loved by a boy ever again or a daddy that isn't here and whom chose the path to ruin, and when you cry all night in hope for a brighter tomorrow, and hope that no one hears your tears or sorrow withing the night because you're scared of what they'd think of you; not strong, not powerful, not beautiful, not a mother-like figure, not a leader... and it slowly destroys you and kills you until that's all you write about.