What about this? Is this magical? (…) It’s called whiskey, and no, it’s not magical… Especially the next day.
"Yes, I run away. That’s how I’ve always survived. But believe me, I want this to work. I wanna go back. I wanna stop running."
I don’t think you understand that you can literally rip my heart out and stomp on it and I’ll apologize for getting your shoes dirty.