I had become a perfect fake human, saying the stupid and pointless things that humans say to each other all day long.

For my part, my interest in Paris had faded away completely long ago when I learned that it was in France.

It's always me, isn't it? I'm not really a very nice person, but for some reason it's always me that they come to with their problems.

I had killed our careful relationship by driving my tongue through its heart and pushing it off a cliff.

I mean, really: what kind of person could possibly dislike me?

I had become a perfect fake human, saying the stupid and pointless things that humans say to each other all day long.

We can't always do what we think we have to do. So when there's nothing else you can do, you wait... No matter what... pressure... you might feel.