I am Weston's impotent rage. His hatred, his madness, his blind seething frothing intolerance of opposition. I am also his cold, patient desire for revenge. Mine is the voice that is often ignored but never unheard. I am Weston's frustration, his superiority complex, his desire to win. I am his self-doubt, self-hatred, and self-destructive impulses. My bottle is too small, and my spoon is too big.

Tony: "My spoon is too big"?

Wes: It's funny!

Tony: It's my turn with the journal! Get your own!

Wes: You're so cute when you're angsting.

Tony: ...shut up.

Ganked from my ex-friend

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