I thought I was in love once. And then later I thought maybe it was just an inner ear imbalance. In the end I realized I'd learned two things. The first is that it's easier to think you're in love than it is to accept that you're alone, and the second is that it's very easy to confuse love with subatomic particles bursting in the air. Well, I also learned that I should have my ears checked more regularly.
This is exactly what I wanted, as commitments had never really been my thing.
And it wasn't like it was hard, either. The only trick was never giving more than you were willing to lose.
-Sarah Dessen
She was like the third beer. Not the first one, which the throat receives with almost tearful gratitude. Not the second, that confirms and extends the pleasures of the first. But the third, the one you drink because it's there, because it can't hurt, and because, what difference does it really make?
I know you don't think you did me wrong.
And I can't stay mad for long.
Keeping a hold of what you just let go.
You're just somebody that I used to know.
"The problem with me was that as soon as I started thinking about getting it together, I got this mad craving desire to fuck it up."
"Are you okay?"
"Just running on empty."