some things just mean the world to people. you breath for it, you live for it, and you would be nothing without it. you love it so much it hurts. and no one ever understands it. they say: “oh, it’s just a phase”, or “you’ll grow out of it”. when someone has a passion for something, a real passion, nothing can shake them. not people telling them they can’t, or they’ll never make it, and defiantly not people who don’t take you seriously. please, understand for me that thing is music. and i want it so bad. so bad it hurts. to get up on that stage, to hear people cheer, to have someone