I am acclimating into the world again after yet another manic bender. From my experience, that is probably not a good thing. Although it’s good for a breather now and again, it’s not good for sustained relief from that which failed us to begin with. It’s sad actually. I feel like I’m the lady in Cliffhanger who lost her grip. It wasn’t the man’s fault but he blamed himself his whole life. I suppose the blame cannot be left on one person, but rather the two as a whole, that ventured to walk the line together.
And to the man that was under the illusion that we were walking this line together, if you are wondering what movie this was … You were 7, watching cartoons in your pajamas while eating cereal. I was in another time and place … Fucking my boyfriend in his parent’s bedroom while watching this movie. Pervy, really.