“Don't treat me like I am something that happened to you.”

“You don't treat me like a child."He smiled. "Of course I do, but you seem to have this ridiculous notion that being treated like a child means to be treated with less respect than an adult.”

“For a moment, looking felt like something that happened to you rather than something you did. Not 'Are you who I think you are?' Am I who you think I am?”

“-It isn't right. You treat others the way you want to be treated.-I am they treat you like shit so I treat them like shit. That's how they treat others, so I'm assuming that's how they want to be treated.”

“I don't want to see anyone. I lie in the bedroom with the curtains drawn and nothingness washing over me like a sluggish wave. Whatever is happening to me is my own fault. I have done something wrong, something so huge I can't even see it, something that's drowning me. I am inadequate and stupid, without worth. I might as well be dead.”

“I been with strangers all day and they treated me like family. I come in here to family and you treat me like a stranger.”