I hate it when you get too fucked up from drinking and then you can’t drink certain drinks anymore because it tastes like that time you almost died.
Playboy Magazine 1976, Sex In The Great Outdoors.
Took a good minute of time to clearly let you this know is something you need to do, dont forget, don’t be reminded, have something prepared, I want this, I need this, make sure you do this, is that SO hard to fucking do?! I don’t expect you to read my mind or play mind games dropping hints about wtf I need you to do yet you fail to appreciate that and also ignore what I’ve asked. At the least I expected you’d care but you probably just see me as asking for too much. This is where I give up and yes my attitude will be forced to make a change. My heart sinks to have to give up on something so fuckin simple & that I want so badly but it’s harder to hold onto & hope for something that’ll never be.
One minute feels like an hour of heavy weight depression