You’re so weird. You always bring me good things but at the same time throw curveballs that fuck me all up. You point me in some directions that aren’t always right. You introduce me to a lot of people good and bad. You make me overthink things…a lot. You don’t always give me enough time to see the signs. You make me think the things I’m doing are right when sometimes they’re not. You make me want to run away but always find a way to pull me back. I don’t know that I’ll ever understand you but it’s okay because I’ll just make like Kodak and see what develops.