I am a very nice person. At least, I think! I'm a blood donater, and I work at the local animal shelter! I like gentle music, like piano music, or classical songs! No one else likes it, but I'm a big fan of Bach. He's really cool, and I like his music!
But I'm a great person, not to brag. I mean, I have a dog, a cat, and a guinea pig, who I still take care of, even now! And not to even mention, I've been very patient, waiting and watching. I'm a patient person. I always have been!
I mean, I'm not right in the head, but who is? I used to be fine, but recent changes have made it bad. Made me a little bad. But I'm still a good person. I have a girlfriend, and though she's always crying, I always take care of her, the best I can. I love her very, very much. She's always clutching her engagement ring, so I hope she loves me just the same, despite recent changes.
You aren't the best person, but I forgive you. Or, forgave.
I'm a very brave person. I mean, one has to be, to endure the changes I went through. So they have me the things I loved when I went through them. Laying down, with my guinea pig tucked into my neck, with my dog on my lap, and my cat on my chest. My girlfriend was laying beside me, crying. It was the first time she cried. There was classical music playing in the background, Bach, my favorite. But I wasn't sad. Or at least, I wasn't crying. I was ready. I understood what was going to happen, and I did it.
So surely, you see why I'm doing this. Because they lost hope, in exchange for the hope that you would be better. You aren't a good person. You aren't a nice person. You aren't a great person. You aren't anything.
Surely, you see why I'm taking back my heart, ripping it from your chest. Because, you, a person who is only liked by too nice parents, didn't derserve the surgery.
I'm taking back my heart.
