“Do you know how hard it is to know that no one wants you?” I ask her. Her eyes go wide, but she doesn’t say anything. “I’m sure you don’t because you’re a great person. But I’m going to tell you that I’m not like that. I’m not the guy that people keep around. And that’s cool. I’ve accepted it about myself. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt like a motherfucker.”

