Yeah. [Her voice is small, but at least she has her humor. She gestures back at the toilet full of alcohol with her thumb.]

Working on that now. Oh- and uh. Fucked up like— drunk. I… I didn’t like me, when I was—- so— [Oh god. She’s talking to Spongebob Squarepants about being a teenage alcoholic. She just had Spongebob Squarepants tell her she could be less fucked up.

This can’t be her life.]

If I was going to be out of control, at least I would be out of control in a way that seemed fun. But I decided I didn’t want to be like that anymore, and—- it didn’t matter then. It didn’t fix anything to stop, or be brave enough to change.

I don’t know if it’ll matter now.