Whoever you are holding me now in hand,
Without one thing all will be useless,
I give you fair warning before you attempt me further,
I am not what you supposed, but far different.
Who is he that would become my follower?
Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections?
The way is suspicious, the result uncertain, perhaps destructive,
You would have to give up all else, I alone would expect to be your sole and exclusive standard,
Your novitiate would even then be long and exhausting,
The whole past theory of your life and all conformity to the lives around you would have to be abandon’d,
(Therefore release me now before troubling yourself any further, let go your hand from my shoulders,
Put me down and depart on your way.)
It just happened that after what took place with those four years I was away I went crazy by myself. I just became so strong and so sure of what I want in life. But something wrong went wrong and changed it. It’s like every thing is new, and that I have go through them again like nothing happened. Am good at hurting people because I have learned the art of doing it, but the wrong just came in, and it’s like I lost it. Now, I admit, I feel terrible.