[HA... He'll have to circle round to that because there's another thing he has complaints about.]

Yeah, okay, but-- I'm not like that. I don't know how to be like that. We don't even think about stuff the same way and I...

[He's gesturing a lot while he speaks, but he pauses to drag his hands down his face, struggling to find the words and filter them out before everything he's thinking comes tumbling out on its own.]

Maybe I'm fucked up, you know? Maybe I'm fucking you up too.