"why don't you like me?" "it's not that I don't like you. I just- you're happy about everything." "that's a bad thing?" "you just don't understand. you're falling and falling and don't even know it, because you're too focused on being happy!" "so, that's why your pushing me out of your life?" "I am pushing you out of my life because at some point you do stop falling. and when you do you will be a broken mess, that I won't be able to fix." "but I don't think you understand. see, my dear, I am free falling."