You're a hypocrite—you're a bastard—shut the hell up! You don't—have any right—I hate—
[shaking hard]
. . . I hate myself, I completely—don't deserve anything, I don't deserve the love and respect I have, I don't—all I can do is struggle on and hope that I can at least somehow—make it so my entire life wasn't a—series of fuck-ups that amounted to nothing. I can't—be myself because I don't like that person, that person isn't—worth Rolo dying for, isn't good enough to be with the person he wants to be with like a selfish bastard, ignoring the people whose lives he—completely ruined, I'm—fuck. Is this what you wanted? Is this what you wanted? Poisonous, despicable words from a weak child—