I'm not the same. I'm not a grown-up. I never will be. I run from things that scare me. I don't want to have my fingers bitten off, or to be dangled from a train, or have my eyes pulled from my socket with tongs... I know the taste of my own blood so well.

I don't know if I can change. I've tried. [His voice goes almost comically high as tears fill his eyes.] I was so happy with Erik, but he didn't see me the same way, and in the end... wasn't I just pretending to be something I'm not? It's just a lie for me to act as if I'm an adult when in reality, I'm like this... [He scrubs at his eyes with the heels of his palms.] This is bullshit.