I'm a lot of things: athletic, fun loving, caring, careful, considerate, or at least that's what I want to be. But I never really came to terms with the obvious fact that I'm dyslexic. I just didn't want the stupid label on my head for everyone to see. Part of me wishes that it wasn't this way, but it is. I'm the dumb football guy who's in the choir room trying to read sheet music for hours on end. That's what it feels like to be me. Now this has come up, Marley will never go for me. No one will. Jake's perfect: Great dancer, actor, singer, he's smart, badass, funny and a great alrounder. Me? Well, I don't want to re-list my faults. Honestly, I want to start over. I want to desperately live my life to the full. But that won't happen, not now anyway. 'Cause when I'm not practising for glee or football or getting extra tuition, I'll be finding a way to make Marley love me. For once, I want to be loved.