I’m really in love with music. I love the intense ballads and things that make me want to cry because they’re so good, and I don’t understand why I can’t do that all the time. I’m in love with music. And some people having to do with Brendon Urie, Spencer Smith, and Dallon Weeks saved me. That’s what I love. So why is it like this for me? I’m in love with a fantasy. What I’m studying is not pop punk rock music. It’s classical music. And I hate it, the classical I mean. Just the theory behind it. I don’t want to sing opera music anymore. I’m sorry. I’m in love with a fantasy.