I'm going home. I can't stand wearing this false form any longer.
It's going to devour me whole...
Not if I devour it first.
I think I've outgrown you, and that scares me.
What will take your place? What if what I want doesn't fit me either? Will anything ever fit me? Or do I have to shrink myself for you? Or you? Or you?
You wear your insanity like a suit of armour.
Just go home. If you remember where you left it.