we all are

D: Phoebe, why are you here?

P:Look.
    I think about Alice's falling.
    And I look down, and i get scared.

D:Yes.
    
P: I don't want to do those things or say those things.
    I just have to...except here. Everywhere else, I feel ugly.

D: I want to tell you something which may not make any sense. But i should say it just so that one day, you might remember it and maybe it will make you feel better.

     At a certain point in your life, probably when too much of it has gone by... you will open your eyes and see yourself for who you are, especially for everything that made you so different from all the awful normals.
　　
   And you will say to yourself...
　　
　 "But I am this person."

      And in that statement, that correction, there would be a kind of love.

P: I'm so scared.

D: We all are.