The words out of the lips of a kid who’s left with, a shattered porcelain, perhaps???

Ther’es NO fixing you! And, I’m done trying, even IF I’d, taped you or glued you back piece-by-piece, you’ll NEVER be the same again, and what do I get, for picking up the pieces? An INCOMPLETE, BROKEN thing like you, and that’s NO good, I’d be better off, buying myself (or rather, have MOMMY get it for me!) a BRAND new doll…

how can you fix that, huh???

There’s NO fixing you, you’re beyond BROKEN, you’d been, shattered, again and again, due to the earthquakes that’s occurred in your F***ED (maxed out, remember???) up life, and now, even AS the world had, calmed back down, and became steadier, you’re still, shaking and breaking again and again.

There’s NO fixing you, I’d realized that now, and, it’d taken, so many GOD damn years of my own wasted youth to figure it all out, well, I had, and now, it’s, G-O-O-D-B-Y-E! There’s NO fixing you, I’d tried, really had, and, not only was I unable to FIX you up, I’d injured myself in the process of patching you up, and, it’d cost me more, and so, I’m done!