- Her: I can't seem stop hiding behind sarcasm and irony and mock sincerity. I hide from real emotions or I hide from talking about them because I'm afraid of the embarrassment or self loathing it could cause. It's just if I'm afraid to take myself seriously and sometimes I hate myself for that. And people are cheesy everyday and they don't care. They gush about rainbows and puppies and they like it. I mean maybe that I know they're being cheesy and they think if it is being deep but maybe they do realize it and they do it anyway because they wanna feel. And I don't care what people will think about that. There are days when I wish I could just be one of them. Smiley and a rainbow.
- Him: Tell me something.
- Her: Something...?
- Him: Yeah, something real.
- Her: Something real... Ahmm... I have this blanket when I was a kid, I had satan all around the edges and I used to rub the satan in between my fingers. You know... just between my fingers... all the time. That's why I rub the lining of my jacket. It reminds me of the satan.
- Him: That wasn't so hard.
- Her: Yeah, I guess. I still don't like the whole revealing myself process all that much.
- Him: Afraid people won't like what they see?
- Her: No.
- Him: Afraid they will?
- Her: Aha! But I am afraid that you're gonna not to tell me something... something good.