this is what i want.

I have a problem.
What's right to me is not to another.
And I'm wrong.
I'm mad that I'm wrong, and now it's a bigger problem.
I'm telling the truth.
And she tells me the truth.
We're both wrong,
and we're both right.
But I'm the smaller person, and I pick the fights.
I damage her, and I'm not that good at fixing.
I have one friend I can talk to.
And he told me that
I'm as best as I can be if I try to concieve all things,
I'm good again if I can accept a good suggestion,
but if I take what I say, or what anybody else says, to heart,
I'll lay dead in my tracks.
I also told me that,
after I'd lost all the memories I'd ever had with the death of my Ipod,
It could be worse.
A woman could cut off my penis and throw it out of a car window.