"You love yourself so much so why is it so crazy that someone else would too?"
"I don’t love myself."
"You’re the fucking worst you know that? Because you think you’re not pretty and you’re not a good writer and you’re not a good friend well you are pretty and you are a good writer and you are a good friend."
"Well thank you."
"Is this the game? You chase me like I’m the fucking Beatles for six months and then I finally get comfortable and you shrug? What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"I’m scared okay. I’m really scared all the time. I’m like very scared all the time."
"Join the fucking club."
"No because I’m more scared than most people are when they say that they’re scared. I’m like the most scared person who’s alive."
"Well you don’t have the right to be. I told you once I really commit to something I really fucking commit. You asked for this and now your being a fucking bitch."
"Adam, come on. OK you’re scared. I’m looking at you, I know your scared. You’re acting like you’re not but you are. I know you now we’ve been doing this for a while, I know you now."
"Stop! Stop! You don’t know me! You don’t know shit about me!"
"Get out of the street!"
"You don’t know me and you don’t know yourself. You think because your, what, 11 pounds overweight you know struggle?"
"I am 13 pounds overweight and it has been awful for me my whole life!"
"Holy fucking shit! Here’s the world smallest tiny violin playing My Heart Bleeds for You! Fuck you! You don’t know stuggle. I’m a beautiful fucking mystery to you."