You know what you love?
You love smoking up with me, drinking and having fun with me.
You don't love me, Bobbie.
He doesn't know how much I do. It was never about going out, and smoking up. It was always about him. But I went with the flow, did things he did, and yes, I did love doing those things, but only because I did it with him. It's my fault. I never should have done those things. I'm out of control.
