"You know, there's a bad pattern here where you treat me like shit and then you say you're sorry, rinse, lather, repeat. I'm kind of sick of it."
"What am I?" "You're just like a whole bunch of other people. Like a lot of other people. Like you could field an army with how many people have been in your situation."
"Yeah, you got to get jaded to people hating you. Anybody who gets to their 40s without at least 10 people hating them is just an asshole. Well, if people hate you, you're probably taking care of yourself, right? If nobody hates you, you're probably just some asshole who's a burden on everybody around you, right?”
"I will never understand that, why more people with bad lives don't just peace the fuck out." "Because maybe it'll get better."
“I was not crying about a man. I was not crying about no man. I don't need a men to feel lonely, I can do that all by myself. I have been around long enough to know that men can only make two contributions to my life. They can lift things. And they can fuck. I don't want to know you, I don't want to date you, I don't want to move in with you, I don't want to meet your mama. Fuck me. Move my furniture.”
"Not by looking for it. That's why they call it falling in love. You can't fall on purpose. You just accept... just accept the fact that love is rare and it probably won't happen to you, ever. "
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