23 jul 2012

I'm full of shit, okay? No, I'm knowingly full of shit. Because... because I have never cared about anybody or anything in my entire life. And the thing is everybody just kind of accepted that. Like, "that's just Jamie". And then you, Jesus. You, you, you didn't see me that way. I have never known anyone who actually believed that I was enough. Until I met you. And then you made me believed it, too. So, unfortunately I need you, and you need me. 
No, I don't.
Yes, you do.
No, I don't.
Yes, you do. 
Stop it. Stop saying that. 
You need someone to take care of you.
No, I don't.
Everybody does. 
I'm going to need you more than you need me.
That's okay.
No, it's not. It isn't fair. I have places to go.
You'll go there. I just may have to carry you.
I can't ask you to do that.
You didn't. Hey, let's just say in some alternate universe, there's a couple that is just like us, okay? Only she's healthy and he's perfect. And their world is about how much money they're gonna spend on vacation, or who is in a bad mood that day, or whether they feel guilty about having a cleaning lady. I don't wanna to be those people. I want us. You. This.

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