c.w. (ciąg wcześniejszy)
That’s why so many people hate themselves. Seriously. It’s just they are sick to death of being around themselves. Let‘s say that you and I were together all the time, then you’d start to hate a lot of my mannerisms. The way… the way every time that we would have people over… I’d be insecure, and I’d get a little too drunk. Or… the way I tell the same stupid pseudo-intellectual story again, and again. Y’see, I’ve heard all those stories… So of course I’m sick of myself. But being with you… it‘s made me feel like I was somebody else. I mean the only other way to lose yourself like that is… you know, dancing… or alcohol… or drugs or stuff like that.