I told her, “You don’t want to be like me. I don’t want to be like me some days. Like when I’m sitting in bed alone, drinking
wine out of the bottle, listening to my favorite Shania Twain songs, too tired
to write and too anxious about nothing in particular to sleep. Or when I’m someone's easy fuck. I’m difficult in all the wrong ways.”
Saturday, February 1, 2014
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