there. I shouldn’t have been so presumptuous. He can’t love me when I’m like this. Babs tried her best to smooth things over, explaining to me that Hawthorne was just like that. What the fuck does that even mean? My intense and irrational reaction solidified me as the bad guy in the situation, my diagnosis thrown in my face. It almost ripped our band apart, and practice became a nightmare. Maybe I’m just like this.
