The girl is infectious human waste, and she's confused and afraid to commit to the wrong thing and so she won't commit to anything.

You don’t care where I live or how I feel, or what I eat or how I feed my kids or how I pay the doctor if I get sick, and yes I am stupid and bored and weak, but I am still your responsibility.

I'm giving you my life to prove to myself I can, I really can love somebody. Even when I'm not getting paid, I can give love and happiness and charm. You see, I can handle the baby food and the not talking and being homeless and invisible, but I have to know that I can love somebody. Completely and totally, permanently and without hope of reward, just as an act of will, I will love somebody.

Hey, you created me! I didn't create some loser alter-ego to make myself feel better. Take some responsibility!

Nothing was solved when the fight was over, but nothing mattered.

We're all going overnight express delivery straight to Hell.

Until you find something to fight for, you settle for something to fight against.