Killian, I can't watch you blunder through another group therapy session without telling you the truth, blunt truth, the kind that bleeds noses and breaks bones. Try to remember your parents, your childhood, your first boyfriend and you'll understand why, when the circle gets to you, all you have are "um"s and "uh"s and "ah"s, until everybody looks uncomfortable and breaks for coffee. The first time you opened your eyes was the morning you set fire to my curtains. You are melodramatic, obtuse, beautiful, intelligent, upset, determined, foolish, and a copy of the woman I used to love.