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-friendwestonian 's LJ.