visuals. (tw: illness, blood, drug use.)

[symptomatic]

 

—You’re gonna be numb for a few more days. then you’ll go home and cry for a few weeks. And then you get angry. Start telling yourself nothing matters anymore. You start doing stupid things.

PROVE TO ME I'M NOT GONNA DIE ALONE.

—I wanted her to die, she just yelled so much, for no reason, just screamed at me in front of my friends. My father tried to explain to me that her brain was literally shrinking, that she didn't mean it and it was the disease, but I didn't care, I hated her. I never said goodbye, and she died, with me hating her.

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6.15, "private lives."

[symptomatic]

The first person I fell in love with turned out to be a total tool. I mean, he came across all funny and charming and thoughtful, but it was an act. He saw something he wanted, and he knew he needed to act a certain way to get it. Figuring out who people are takes time. It takes twice as much time if they’re trying to impress you. Now I could take from this that anyone who loans me their car has an ulterior motive, or I can accept that it’s just a nice thing to do and take people as they come.

5.05, "lucky thirteen."

[symptomatic]

HOUSE: Why not men? You're bisexual. If you were just being self-destructive, you'd be having random sex with men. Better chances of getting assaulted, catching a disease. If this were just about getting laid, it'd be a lot easier to pick up men. Or ugly girls. But this woman's hot. Which means you like the challenge, the conquest. It's the control that gets you off. And controlling women is as close as you can get to controlling what's going to happen to you.

THIRTEEN: And here I thought I was just into boobs.

7.20, "changes."

[symptomatic]

HOUSE: It'll end horribly.

THIRTEEN: Not for him. She may take all his money, and he may be a naive idiot but he'll always be hopeful, so he'll always be happy.

HOUSE: You lost your mother. You euthanized your brother. You got the life expectancy of a pretty good sitcom. If you can convince yourself that you'd be miserable no matter what, even without all that stuff, the maybe you don't have to hate the universe, for dumping a giant turd on you. Fatalism is your survival mechanism.

8.21, "holding on."

[symptomatic]

Friends respect each other's decisions, even if they don't agree with them. It's called loyalty.