The pain is constant, steady, never-ending. It's the only thing I know. I don't want to be awake anymore.

“I love you, Sunshine, and I don't give a shit whether you want me to or not.”

“You know I meant it. I am human. And male. And not remotely blind. Do you want …”

“Then, I'll find an empty restroom and check my hair and fix my lipstick, or as …”

“And that's the most confusing part - figuring out what's true.”