"Why do you hate yourself?"
"Me? I do not hate myself at all!"
"Mhh, is it so? Because I have just told you that you are wrong and I am right while clearly I was wrong and you were right. But you didn't even try to protest. It's like you've given up... Have you given up?"
Silence. Then, after a long pause: "I guess you're right. I have given up. I have given up trying to explain myself to people who aren't willing to understand me!"
"But love, it is not about you or who you are. You don't need to explain yourself to anyone. If they are not willing to learn who you are then they are not the ones for you. No, no, it's about facts. You see? It's about knowledge and there are two categories in knowledge: Wrong and right. You knew you were right. Why didn't you insist on your right to speak?"
"I guess I'm tired."
"Interesting. Now you're tired. How long are you going to change your mind until you will finally tell me the truth?"
"I've told you the truth! I'm tired of arguing with you, or with anyone else."
"Argue with you? No one wants to argue with you. There's no reason to argue! You could've told me what you knew was right! No one wants to argue, love. It's all in your head. I'm not real." - argument between the voices in my head