(mis)dialogue

- It never really goes away, does it?
- Probably not, I don't know, I really don't.
- It's always in me, at all times, no matter how hard I try it stays here, it never goes away. No matter what I do I always end up in the same place, next to it, living with it, feeding it. I wish I could just get out of myself.

- You can't, pet, you can't - you're you also at all times.

- How do we cope, then?

- We don't. We get by, merely.

- It's all bullshit, really.

- Now, now, hush. Stop crying now. It ain't gonna help.

- It's just that there are times when I think I've done it, I've got rid of it, but then it comes back, worse then before and more intense.

- I know, and I wish I could tell you that it gets better with time, but it doesn't, really.

- I feel it everyday, every minute and second of my days: it's creeping inside, it dumbs and numbs me down. I've tried, God knows I have, to fight it and sometimes I think I've succeeded but then it all comes tumbling down again. I just don't know what to do with myself anymore.

- You could try new pills, you know?

- I'm sick of pills - all they do is make it worse. I hate them.

- But they're always coming up with new stuff, new drugs, you never know. I just wanna help you.

- I know and I'm sorry if I reacted like that. I'm just quite desperate.

- Don't be, you're still young and beautiful.

- I'm too sad to be beautiful.

- Don't be silly, love. You're still a very pretty flower.

- You're too good, my friend. But I know I'm not.

- You're not going to feel beautiful if you don't think you are.

- Do you think you are beautiful?

- No.

- There you are.

- I don't know what to say.

- I don't either. Let's go eat something, eat the pain away.

- Honey, you know we're never gonna be thin if we keep eating like this, right? No pill will help if we pig out ALL the time.

- Fuck it. This fat will never go away. I'm thinking McDonald's.

- Sounds good, I'm dying for a burger.