My life makes no sense to you, how do you think I feel?ĭoraline: How’s that guy you were seeing? What’s his name. Marla: Then why am I like this? Why do you all question me? Why am I always gawked at. You are crazy to think you’re crazy, but you’re not crazy for real crazy. Obviously, I’m off, okay? Is that what you want me to say? Want me to admit I’m crazy?ĭoraline: Shhhh, lower your voice…listen, I don’t think you’re crazy.ĭoraline: You are not crazy. Marla: You think I want Dad’s money? I can’t hold down a job to save my life. In fact, I don’t want anyone’s help.ĭoraline: Plenty of help from our father, that’s for sure. I didn’t realize you didn’t know who you were. I, I, I don’t know who I am and I can’t find me if you don’t let me be me.ĭoraline: Alright. Everyone seems to place me under some sort of microscope and it makes me so self-conscious I could scream. Can’t you just let me live my life? Let me be me. Marla: Don’t make yourself right about your motives. No one ever changes.ĭoraline: Ha! What is kind? As opposed to being mean.ĭoraline: If I didn’t care I wouldn’t bring up this issue regarding your behavior. How do you go from a tyrant girl to a fragile woman? Makes no sense at all.ĭoraline: I don’t believe that. Remember when you pulled that boys pants down and kicked him over in the cafeteria?ĭoraline: That’s what I’m talking about. Marla: I don’t know, I don’t try to be…to hesitate as you put it.ĭoraline: You never used to be like this.ĭoraline: This! This fragile little girl. Tell me, are you?ĭoraline: You’re doing it now? Don’t you see? This hesitation in your response. Why don’t you have clarity of thought? You go on like there is something wrong with you, as if you’ve been damaged in some way. I ask you a simple question and you stutter and stammer. (sips her tea) You act like a mental invalid. Welcome to My Worldĭoraline: You make it very hard for me.
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