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All I'm saying- What I'm

What I'm saying is...

it never seems like anyone ever says anything that matters to them.

We all look at each other and nod with these-

these responses that we've been trained to make.

Responses- Not real responses.

Social conventions, like phony, fake smiles;

surface bullshit.

Do I ever just say:

" Hey... I'm uncomfortable in this crowd. "

"I don't know what the fuck I'm doing either. "

"I know you're afraid, and that's okay, you know, because-"

Hello? Fucking... exactly.

We act like we have all the answers and we're totally invincible...

like our parents seem and their parents before them.

I'm sorry I have to be the one to say this, but it's fucking bullshit.

For instance?

I know you jack off to Caroline every night,

instead of Vanessa, who you're supposed to be in love with.

Don't even get me started on that convention.

Because what is that convention?

We're this random collection of self interests, and all of a sudden we decide...

that we're gonna walk two-by-two down the fucking aisle to Noah's Ark?

Actually, for your information, when I jerk off,

I'm not just thinking about Caroline, I'm thinking about you with Caroline.

So, how about that?

Baby-

That is what I'm talking about

sarcasm.

Always fucking sarcasm.

You're afraid, and you think that if you admit that,

people will think that you are weak...

or they won't like you...

or whatever it is you think will happen, but-

Can you shut up for one second and listen to yourself?

Wh-What?

Because you are so fucking right.

I'm so fucking high.