Years of having your appearance poked at tended to make you quite insecure with the opposite sex.

“I'm running out of names. There aren't that many vile things on this earth that…”

“What did the candles smell like?” she asked. Was she kidding me?“Like Eau du Zo…”

“Because sometimes I lie, Perry. We all lie, even you, but not everyone is brave…”

“I’m scared of him. I’m disgusted by the vile monster he becomes, this beast he …”