There's always a way out. All you have to do is take it.

I'm sorry you don't get it, Mom. Sometimes I don't get why I do the things I do. I just know I wake up every morning and wish I was dead.

Everything seems to be working." Except me. I'm broken.

Because no one can be trusted.

I hear you. I just don't believe a word you say.

It was all about hate. There should be laws. We're there laws? Can you legislate against hatred?

I don't have to answer. Until you know the question.