"I don't know; I was just so... stressed. I lay on my carpet, and had a good solemn cry in the shadows of my bedroom.... I let it all out. I finally... let go. And I spent hours there, but it went by so fast. I thought about a lot of things.... I thought about everything: I thought about.... time: in the past and future tense, I thought about my heartbreak, and how much I wish I really felt something, people and their lack of well intentions, how fast everything is going, my cage: I was unaware of my being a fucking Parakeet."
"But your soul- it travels in waves: moving, growing stronger with time, releasing, crashing, falling, retreating. You're not a Parakeet, you're a wave: just as beautiful, but not as unique."
"I'd rather be a Parakeet, then; they're shitting geniuses, I can find my own way out."
"But, you can't just change your mind like that. You can't just change who you are or what you are to fit with what you want to be at the moment. It's not that easy. I fucking wish it was, but it's not ! And maybe I don't like it and you don't like and I'm sure a million other people don't like it, but thats the way it is, thats the way it's supposed to be. So, get the fuck over yourself. You're not special. Whatever youre feeling, everyone else in the Goddamn universe has felt or will feel."
"Holy shit, I wasn't asking for your insight, you asked me what I was fucking doing and I told you. And I'm sorry if I offended you, but I didn't mean to. So, chill the fuck out."
"I know you didn't ask for my insight, I'm not an idiot, but you did, however, ask for my pity. And I'm not sorry, but you're not getting that from me. So go wallow somewhere else. And for your information, I'm fucking Antarctica."