"My own personal fucked up version of seasonal affective disorder. It turned into a primal reaction of either kill to survive or fuck to survive. Blaine just happened to be the first person I met when the emotions were at their peak. I was trying to work it out. My arms are looking awesome by the way... It'll get better. I have vitamins and a therapy lamp now. And it'll only happen in the cold months." Okay, so there was that. Now to wait for the blow up...
"My point is we both need serious addiction help. We need to fix this shit so we... I've already died once from this. Do we need to repeat that on either of us?"