I've been stoned a lot lately. More throughout the past couple days than I'd like to entirely admit. My head is much clearer for a couple hours at a time, things loudly obvious and stripped of all their bullshit. So when I feel sobriety seeping it's way back into my thoughts, I smoke a little more. A pothead's week. And I can see how that'd be
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So he's never going to find someone more unconditionally loving than yourself, and that's what he's looking for: acceptance, love, that lost sense of home. And you, sweet Meg... you're never going to allow yourself to be so fascinated by anyone as you've been by him, and that's what you want, is it not? A mind to explore with a miner's hat?
In conclusion, the way I see it, you've nothing left but to get hitched and spend the rest of your lifes driving each other batshit and loving every minute of it.
And I'll tell him the same damn thing.
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