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Loren Hale is an alcoholic beverage and he doesn’t even know it.
Our indecencies became our rituals,
“In this moment, I’m yours.”
“I don’t think you have a problem stuffing your face,” he says, “just not with food.”
“I won’t get in the way of what you want.” Sometimes I wonder about his desires. Maybe he does want to be with me. Or maybe he’s still pretending.
“Whoa,” Lo snaps. “Don’t Hulk Smash the apartment.”
His addiction is screwing with my addiction. Alcohol trumps sex is this place, and that kills me.
how can I tell him to stop? How can I judge him when I am nowhere near ready to let go of my crutch? So for right now, this is the best I can do.
we masked our lifestyles in order to continue them.
I feel like all I do is apologize.
Booze forgives all transgressions, but it doesn’t help with the morning after.
ever since I watched Dawson’s Creek I believed there was only one way to make a proper entrance.
“I want to love you more than I love this”—he waves his bottle—“and I don’t know how else to do it unless there’s something to lose.”
like a unicorn calling a horse magical.
Sex is a part of everyone’s life, addicted or not. Drugs aren’t.
Why can’t I have an addiction that people understand?
I don’t like repeating mistakes, but sometimes, I think we’re both forever stuck on a turntable.
