"I'm not trying to live vicariously through you. I have my own interests. We are bound to share some of those interests. Holy shit, I love rock music too...go off on me and say how unoriginal I am. I have my own opinion and I am capable of explaining why I feel and act the way I do. We both agree that consciousness is basically the most important trait for a person to possess. As if philosophy was designed for only you and your 'group of friends'. "
"You're a product of your environment. You surround yourself with idiots, with people who don't care about you."
"Sorry for assuming that maybe a few of these supposed idiots could be genuinely interested in my point of view. I don't expect the worst from people and maybe I'm a fucking fool for that. If I need to shut myself out for a while and simply do nothing but educate myself without the slightest bit of affection in between, then so be it. I like how you question my capability of enjoying the pleasure of my own company. I'm so content with being alone that everyone else could really 'fuck off' and I'd still be trucking along."
"I think you care about this relationship too much. You need to focus on yourself."
"What the hell have I been saying for the past...however long? Are you listening to me?"
"The thing is, I don't trust you. You are a LIAR."
"I've told you nothing but the truth since we've started talking again. You're the reason I'm fucking obsessed with the truth now. I feel insane."
"I need to go let this dog in the house. I need to finish working. I have a busy day. Call me when your off of work and we can talk some more. Don't think about me."
"I'm going to think about this the rest of the day."
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