I’m sorry this always happens.
As soon as I have alcohol in my system I become unfair. I start believing the truths about myself that I only reveal late at night, when no one is there to look at me with those pitiful eyes and ask are you okay?
I take it out on you because I feel strongly about you. I would say it’s because I’ve never felt this strongly about anyone before, but that’s a lie. I wish I could tell you what’s really going on. I wish I could be vulnerable to you before it destroys us. I wish.