The beautiful thing about getting high is time ceases to exist. I mean, you can just stay in the good moments without the fear that they’ll come to an end.
I think you might’ve accidentally saved my life.[to Elliot]
You know what I like about hospitals? They don’t need to know how good of a person you are in order to take care of you. They don’t need to know what’s going on in your head before they wrap a bandage around your arm. People like that are rare.
You know what I feel like nobody in my life understands? Is that like drugs are honestly the only way I can be myself.[to Elliot]
You gotta give all this s*** a reason. Because I don’t wanna hold on to this forever.
What are you talking about? You’re my new favorite person.[Elliot: I’m not sure it’s a good thing we met.]
The problem with hating yourself is you can’t really talk about it. Because at some point recently, the whole world joined a self-help cult and won’t shut the f*** up about it.
Say what you want about Christians. At least they believe in forgiveness.
Reducing someone’s life to a moment, an ugly moment. And punishing them for it. That’s what cops do. It’s actually what everyone does. It’s what you would do to me if you didn’t know me.
No matter how hard you try to hide it, if you’re doing drugs, you’re gonna get caught. It’s inevitable. And when that does happen, you don’t wanna be on the defensive. Trust me, no one believes an addict when they’re caught.
It’s one thing to dislike your parents. It’s not like you have a choice. But if you dislike your kid… well, that’s sort of your fault.
If you tell me what drugs you’re doing, I’ll tell you what drugs I’m doing.
