I was drunkenly told over two hours that:
I don’t stick with things long enough I am self destructive in a way he had never seen Sadness suits me I need to get better on names and to write a letter. No one has said more with their eyes I could have someone, and then a spot was put on me. I wouldn’t smile. I gave my phone number to four strangers. I was missed. I have had the same influences for too long. I was told to go home if I wasn’t going to drink, eat a cookie, and to be ready to get back to “it” by Tuesday.
