If you knew my story word for word, had all of my history, would you go along with someone like me? I did before and had my share, it didn’t lead nowhere. I would go along with someone like you. It doesn’t matter what you did, who you were hanging with. We could stick around and see this night through.
I can’t stand you anymore. Can’t you get that through your head? I think it’s funny that you talk like we are still best friends. I think I’d rather be dead.
The horrible moment when you can feel someone...