she's fucking gorgeous, isn't she?

oh her?

you want her...

blink once, if you're kidding.

blink twice to tell me you're not.

ok, so you blinked twice.

let's do that again...shall we?

blink once, if you're fucking around.

blink twice, if you're not.

(he blinked twice)

her? really? her?

where do we start with her?

gosh, you tried so hard, didn't you?

to get to her, to break her wall.

you failed, i see.

trust me, my friend...

you're not the first.

many have failed, before you. 

but what's impressing me...

you're here, persisting.

not a quitter, are you?

i think we should celebrate now...

(he laughed)

oh her? i love her.

but...(god!) she's a miserable fuck.

she is, behind that gorgeous face...

her mind, her soul...fucked up.

i asked her, before, you know...

"aren't you tired of being sad?"

she just sat there...

jaded, we were at the time.

they said...

even best friends have secrets.

but even so, i can read her.

i know her like the back of my hands.

she's an addict.

and i wish it was to drugs,

or alcohol,

or something that simple...

but it's not.

she's addicted to her sadness.

that terrifies the shit outta me...

there's no cure for that kind of shit, right?

dude...

are you sure this is what you want?

(he quivered)

you're panicking...

you can't, can you?

your eyes,

you're fucking scared.

(silent)

she's fucking gorgeous, isn't she?

the way she moves,

the way her eyes seduced you?

oh i know, i know too well.

people, we don't choose pain.

but life is so wonderfully terrible,

we were given blind hope.

so pain, it's inevitable.

her? she got soaked in it.

the melancholy of it all, 

she thinks it's beautiful...

which is really disturbing, don't you think?

(he looked down)

i don't want you to judge her.

you know,

we're all pretty bizarre.

we're all a little weird.

the difference between her, you and me...

she flaunts it, and we don't.

some of us are just better at hiding it...

some of us just don't...that's all.