Your sitting in the chateau, all of you are just kind of talking about your problems, and Kiara brings up you're parents and you sigh and start mocking you're mum.

You: Top ten ways to smear honey on your face, cut your nails, do your makeup, and wake up late, fill a bottle up with water and a soggy piece of fruit, fill a workbook up with things that you can do, when you're stressed, when things are just a mess when you're feeling kinda anxious or, like, maybe depressed, I mean, maybe if you tried more, maybe if you tried Maybe if you took more vitamins, you would learn to live a fuckin' life

Kiara: You're not like that

You: I'm not going back

John b: you're not like that

JJ: not like that

Pope: not that way

You talk about you're actual life

You: Do drugs, have sex, tell your deepest darkest secrets to your friends, post cringe, buy guns, are you done yet? Fuck, not enough, cry a river, smash a cup, but it's never ever gonna be enough, for the people in the back row, but you still choose to listen, knowing damn well it's really not their decision