[She hadn't intended to stop at first, not while he's questioning her and calling after her while trying to catch up. What does, however, get her to stop is that last part. But she's not turning around, not in the slightest.

Realize her worth? That's a load of shit and she damn well knows it.]

Because I don't have a worth, if you hadn't noticed. I'm broken goods, I always have been and I always will be. It doesn't matter how much I change, how much I want to be different than I am, that's all anyone's ever gonna see.

You don't know how much shit I've been through, how many people I've been through, and they always end in the same way. Because that's what I'm worth, something to be used and discarded when they eventually get bored of me or realize I have nothing to give them.

That's why I don't bother, that's why I refuse to be in this relationship shit again. Because it's not worth it to anyone else to have to deal with someone that's not worth a damn thing.

Maybe you'd be better off distancing yourself from me like everyone else. [... What the hell. But she's finding her footing again and heading for the exit again.]