You just want to be noticed, you want to be the centre of attention, to have special treatment, to make your mark. But it’s all just a performance. All of it. You perform for me, for your solicitor, your doctors, your nurse, your psychiatrist, even your family. It’s all just one big performance as protection against the dreaded black hole of your heart. Well, guess what, Paul, it’s time to grow up. It’s time to take responsibility for what you’ve done. Let’s stop this pathetic charade.
You said earlier that if you ask for love, the world will send you love back. But I’ve been asking and asking, and I haven’t gotten fucking anything. Hoping and waiting and wishing and wanting love….Hoping, hoping has fucking ruined my life. Love, Season 2 (2017)
“I think I need to just be by myself for maybe, like, a year and try and figure this shit out, but I wanted to say that I’m sorry to you because you were a great guy and I really had such a good time with you and maybe in a year, if you’re willing, I would love to get maybe a coffee with you and…”