"i'm sitting here, and she's asking me what i'm doing with my life, and all i can think about is you, and i wanna tell her. i wanna tell her so badly, that, i love you, and you are what i'm doing with my life now, but i can't, because she just doesn't give a shit."

"you'll never get the blood out.  looks like we'll... have to go to ikea, after all."

ever since we met, i only shoot up with your perfume, it's the only thing that makes me feel as good as you do.

it's so quiet here and i feel so cold, this house no longer feels like home.

"no, no! the others - poor copies of god's image of human beings!"

"bad brain chemistry can be genetic... uhm, but environment - that's individual, right? i mean, that's the whole nature / nurture question."

"i know, i know. i get it, but… you can't run away from her."

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