Part A.

"Does it hurt?"
"No, it doesn't hurt, but it stings like crazy."
"That's how it usually ends up, huh?"
"I suppose. I didn't think it would feel like this though, I mean, this complete and total underlying sense of failure. I feel like nothing I can do will make it the way I want it to be."
"Maybe all you need is a book, like one of those self help books."
"A self help book? About what? Helping myself stop being so lame? Helping myself realize the absolute lunacy of my wishes? Helping myself cope with the fact that some things just will not work themselves out?"
"I was thinking more along the lines of a single girl's guide to life, that sort of thing."
"A single girl?! What do you take me for, dead? I'm 20 years old for crying out loud, don't tell me it's not normal to not be in a committed relationship! I am in the prime of my life here, nothing holding me back, I don't need a self help book telling me how to put a stop to that."
"All I'm saying is..."
"All you're saying is that I am somehow abnormal for not holding down a steady, serious relationship with the opposite sex right now. And all I'm replying is that I think you're wrong, I'm perfectly happy with where I am and what I'm doing, thank you very much, no self help book required!"
"But I know you're lying, I know you aren't happy and you want exactly what it is you fear most."
"Ha, I don't want commitment at all. The simple thought of it makes me sick."
"You don't want someone to trust? Somebody to love and and all of those other stupid things you write about? None of it's true, wouldn't you like it to be?"
"It is true, you don't even know what you're talking about."
"If you say so."
"If I say so."