Booze is always helpful. And so is the art. Everything that I write is either for her or about her, so I’m with her, even when I’m not, in my writing-Hank Moody
I did, I jumped in the car with you that night and we came back here and we had sex. Then we just tried to pick up where we left off. I mean, do you have any idea how fucking dysfunctional that is? It was, it was a dream. We were crazy, like thinking we could just wave a magic wand and everything would be as it was - I mean, if it was ever what we think it was, if you know what I mean.
With you, you can’t figure out who you want to be. You know? It’s your indecision that paralyzes you, and hurts us. I can feel your restlessness. I mean, a moment like this, yeah, you want me, you want us. And then that moment passes. Then you become like this ghost. Years ago, “I love you” was more than enough. It was almost revolutionary. And now…I don’t know. They’re just words. I mean, I know you mean them, but I don’t know what they mean to you.
Some chemicals in your brain trick you into thinking you’ve got feelings for someone. And that’s when the troubles begin. Let your guard down and it’s like Lucy with the football.
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