"I've given it up."
"Given what up?
*** love, the works."
"What, like you're not going to try anymore?"
"Yeah, no more. I'm done, I've had it!"
"Wow, done. How long has it been?"
"Two weeks."
"And you feel better?"
"I feel like shit. Every day I think about it, all the time." "It's all I can think about!"
"Then why don't you try again?"
"No, I can't, I'm done, it's just another thing that handicaps me."
"Yeah, but it's great."
"Yeah, well I'm done. I'd rather be miserable than walk with a limp, no more."
"You'll be back one day. You'll break down."
"Yeah maybe…but for now, I'm done."
"What does Kathrine think about all this?"
"She doesn't know yet."
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 8:23 PM UTC
"I've given it up."
"Given what up?
*** love, the works."
"What, like you're not going to try anymore?"
"Yeah, no more. I'm done, I've had it!"
"Wow, done. How long has it been?"
"Two weeks."
"And you feel better?"
"I feel like shit. Every day I think about it, all the time." "It's all I can think about!"
"Then why don't you try again?"
"No, I can't, I'm done, it's just another thing that handicaps me."
"Yeah, but it's great."
"Yeah, well I'm done. I'd rather be miserable than walk with a limp, no more."
"You'll be back one day. You'll break down."
"Yeah maybe…but for now, I'm done."
"What does Kathrine think about all this?"
"She doesn't know yet."
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