I remember laying in your bed and I remember the exact conversation.

Its always weird trying to correct people when they call you my girlfriend.
We should change that.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Does that mean we are together?
Yes
[and you kissed me and the world spun. But not because it was love or anything but because the amount of whiskey flowing through my veins was toxic]
You're stuck with me.
[and we laughed]

We constantly argue. You're a lush. You treat me like shit. You're just a cheater. You'll never change. The arguments are endless.

What are we fighting for?

Are either of us going to change?

I remember us talking about how we felt how we had changed. How we were better people.

I think we both lied.