- Natalie: Am I crazy? I might end up crazy.
- Henry: I'll be here for you.
- Natalie: You say that right here, but then give it a year, or ten years, or a life. I could end up your wife, sitting staring at walls, throwing shit down the stairs, freaking out at the store, running nude down the street, bleeding out in the bath -
- Henry: Perfect for you. I will be perfect for you. So you could go crazy, or I could go crazy, it's true. Sometimes life is insane, but crazy I know I can do. Cause crazy is perfect and fucked up is perfect, so I will be perfect...
Like honest to god how do people ever get over each other? I feel like the only explanation for my overwhelming weakness in this department is that I feel things more than most people. I’m like hypersensitive to really terrible masochistic emotions. How can a person who used to put a spark in me and a smile on my face at just the thought of them now make me want to starve myself and ball in misery because I’m such a worthless piece of shit to them?