I am Sam

-Sam, you have to fight for her.
-Yes, but I tried and I tried hard.
-Try harder.
-But you don't know, you don't know.
- I don't know what?
- You don't know what is to try and to try and to try and you never get there!, Because you were born perfect and I was born like this! And you're perfect!
- Oh, is that right?
-People like you don't know
- People like me?
-People like you don't know what is like to get hurted because you don't have feelings, people like you don't feel anything.
- You think you get the market corner on human suffering? Let me tell you something about people like me. People like me feel lost and little and ugly and dispensable. People like me have husbands scruing someone else much more perfect than me. People like me have sons who hate them. And I've screamed, I've screamed horrible things at him, at a 7 year old because he doesn't want to get in the car at the end of the day! And then he looks at me with such anger and I hate him then! I know I'm failing you! I know I'm disappointing you! I know you deserve better but get in the fucking car! It's like every morning I wake up and, I fail. And I look around and everybody seems to be pulling it off, but I can't! No matter how hard I try. Somehow, I'll never be enough.