And it makes me angry that you'd stay with me even after I've become what I've become. Joey, I've become someone who hates himself so much he can't even look in a mirror. I don't know. And I know it isn't right. That was horrible, Joey, and I know all this is totally my fault.
Senior year is over.
We're two different people, heading in two different directions. There's no boat in the sunset this time. There's Boston and there's Capeside. I love those. Nobody loves these.