because life shouldn't be random. Because lonely, misanthropic drug addicted should die in bus crashes, and the young do good, is in love, get dragged out of their apartment in the middle of the night should walk a way clean.
-Self-pity isn't like you.
-I don't know. I'm branching out from self-loading, self-destruction. ... Wilson is gonna to hate me.
- You kind of deserving.
-He's my best friend.
-I know. What now?
-I stay here with you.
-Get out of the bus.
-I can't.
-Why?
-...Because...Because it's doesn't hurt here. I don't want to be in pain, I don't want to be miserable. And I don't want him to hate me.
-Well, you can not always get what you want.