I understand now. You have no passion. I wonder if you've ever looked at something and been wild and erratic about it. You go through life somber...And there are not even peals of passion left behind to show that you ever had any.

And I think I actually have changed.

I'ts funny though...That *you* taught me about passion when you yourself don't seem to have any. And this unseen anger of yours is just a facade. And you probably think this is me venting off because I'm angry at you. But truthfully? I'm really not. Because I know you're a great person with a great heart. And I know you're creative and a interesting to talk to.

And now you'll think I'm in love with you or something. And suddenly it's got to the point where what you think has no relevance - because I wonder if you are even passionate about your own opinions. And even though I care its hard for me to care when you don't even care yourself...

And all my life I've wanted to be an angel - I just want to make others see how beautiful things are. I wish I could be your angel.

I guess changing the world isn't about changing a man. Its about changing yourself.