What do you want from me, Whiskey? Do you want me to say that I wish I hadn't gotten scraped off the fucking sidewalk, and I wish you hadn't put me back together? Who are you going to report me to this time for having negative thoughts or whatever? Only it doesn't matter, because I'm already fucking unfit for everything.
Maybe it'd also be true to say that shit instead, but that wouldn't be kind, and it wouldn't be generous, and at least that part of me isn't broken yet.
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What do you want from me, Whiskey? Do you want me to say that I wish I hadn't gotten scraped off the fucking sidewalk, and I wish you hadn't put me back together? Who are you going to report me to this time for having negative thoughts or whatever? Only it doesn't matter, because I'm already fucking unfit for everything.
Maybe it'd also be true to say that shit instead, but that wouldn't be kind, and it wouldn't be generous, and at least that part of me isn't broken yet.