“You can't just make me different, and the leave. Because I was fine before.”

“You can't just make me different, and then leave. Because I was fine before, Alaska. I was just fine with me and last words and school friends, and you can't just make me different and then die.”

“I can't do this anymore," I cried, "Why won't you just leave me alone?"Because you would never leave me.”

“You can't just make yourself matter and then die, Alaska, because now I am irretrievably different..”

“You're not me. You can't feel like I feel.""I can feel.""No you can't. You just choose not to feel or something and everything's fine.""It's not fine. It's just not so bad.”

“I'm just confused. I can't read your signals. One moment you're hot, the next you're cold. You tell me you want me, you tell me you don't. If you picked one, that'd be fine, but you keep making me think one thing and then you end up going in a completely different direction. Not just now—all the time.”