«Do you ever have those nights when you're just, uh. floating along? Not so drunk that it all goes away, but drunk enough that you feel less of the gravity of what's going on? Like everything is spinning but you're the only one stuck? That's me. This is now.
It's funny, your whole life you think everything has to make sense at some point, like there's a magical moment when everything clicks and you suddenly have your shit together. But no. Still waiting. I'm 32, aren't I? Or maybe 33. It doesn't matter.
I'm sitting here, half in love with someone I shouldn't be in love with, half hating myself for it, and half...well, I guess those are all my halves. Math has never been my thing.»
