“Oh please, that was years ago, your life doesn’t seem that ruined to me.”

"Excuse me?"

"You seem like you're doing just fine. Am I wrong?"

"You always have been, so why stop now?"

"Well, aren't you a heart breaker?"

"Don't you dare call me that. All I did was try to help you, and you pushed me away again and again."

"Uh, wrong. All you ever cared about is work. All you talk about is work."

"Is that such a horrible thing? I finally am respected for who I am in the field of my dreams."

"All you do is complain about it, though. And when you're not complaining about it, you're not in a pleasant mood because you're thinking about work."

"And who are you to judge? You don't even have a career: you have a couple of hobbies and that's it."

"I'm done. Don't try to talk to me anymore. I have no desire to be mired in your negative outlook on life. Goodbye."