[A frustrated sound. Just. Stop talking to people altogether that's clearly the most logical explanation here.]
Look, lady. I get that you're trying to help, I do. And I appreciate that but you don't know me, I don't know you, and I'm not even sure how the hell we got on this subject. Sorry about your head, shit sucks. Trust me I fucking know shit sucks. And it's only gonna get worse.
But for fucking once I'd really appreciate it if every Tom, Dick, and Jane could shut the hell up about what I should do or should think or should feel and let me fucking get a word in.
[A crash. A big one. Who knows what he just broke but it sounds pretty thoroughly broken.]
[Voice]
Look, lady. I get that you're trying to help, I do. And I appreciate that but you don't know me, I don't know you, and I'm not even sure how the hell we got on this subject. Sorry about your head, shit sucks. Trust me I fucking know shit sucks. And it's only gonna get worse.
But for fucking once I'd really appreciate it if every Tom, Dick, and Jane could shut the hell up about what I should do or should think or should feel and let me fucking get a word in.
[A crash. A big one. Who knows what he just broke but it sounds pretty thoroughly broken.]
Fuck. Sorry. I'm done. Bye.