Re: Jack/Dahlia
Right then. Well, it's not me. I'm sorry I'm not an addict yet. I'm sorry whatever it was that you actually liked about me went out with the wash. But I'm not every friendship you've got falling out from under you, I actually was somewhat prepared to make whatever I had stick.
No, I didn't. I can see what's written here, I'm not stupid, I read. I might like to go into this without having to be the same mistake over and over but you all want me to know things or subtleties are there I just can't know unless I do. I have no idea who you actually are, there's not a lot you actually say, and I don't actually have a Dahlia's-life-map pinned to my wall to chart out when exactly the interweaving between your life and my life and my friends' lives all twisted up into one big knot.
All I actually wanted to know is if you gave a shit if I wasn't as screwed up over stuff as you were and if the stuff the older me thought was important actually mattered.
For god's sake, I don't know, Dahlia. I have fun when I'm sober. I invited you because I thought you'd figure out what you wanted to do, I didn't plan for it. I didn't put a drink in your hand or a joint between your fingers. Don't you dare blame me. My dad tried and he at least actually had an excuse.