First of all, listen to me right now when I say this: There is nothing wrong with you. Considering all of the shit that's happened to us in the last three years, I think we've managed to handle it well enough. Think about it, Rose... We've had no guidance whatsoever and we're all still just bulgefondling adolescents. When I think of us now? I'd say we did pretty damn good thus far.

I just think we all have different ways of dealing with our garbage and maybe not in the best of ways. Terezi guzzled all of that nasty ass drink and delved into her black romance instead of just dealing with her crap. Dave talks. And talks. And motherfucking talks into oblivion.

Me? Well we all know what I do. It's not really great either.

So really all we've got to do is learn from those mistakes, right? Isn't that what growing up and all of that's all about - making mistakes and learning from them?