…I see how it is. Nobody will listen to me. I am just the class clown, huh? The convenient guy who tracks ITA shots, even though nobody actually uses them.
I get it. Respect is a two-way street, and I am not respecting you all enough. I understand. It is my fault.
(…and I am not changing it. I will be your clown. Laugh at me all you want. I will follow my own heart.)
(In the end, the only one whom I can rely on is myself.)