You don't know.
You don't know my past.
You don't know my reasons for being here.
And I have no intention of spilling them all here to you.
I owe you nothing.
I don't know who that asshole was. I don't care. He knows nothing. Nothing at all about everything that has driven me here.
Tch. . .and who the hell is that loser to talk to me about living here? Look at him. What has he to show for his life?
He has a point.
I don't even know what I want. How I'm going to get it. And being here. . .being with that moron. . .I'll never overcome his imagine if I keep this up.