Lochlan always has the cure for being cold or miserable. A beach bonfire and a bottle of whiskey. Ben already outclassed him though. Ben knows every single bit of dialogue from Eternal Sunshine. Puts me to shame.
And the truth is I feel so angry, and the truth is I feel so fucking
sad, and the truth is I've felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long and
for just as long I've been pretending I'm OK, just to get along, just
for, I don't know why, maybe because no one wants to hear about my
misery, because they have their own. Well, fuck everybody. Amen.
