Ebony didn’t pay it much mind. She didn’t yet know the long time side affects drug use left on humans. “If you say so sweetie. What is AA though?” She asked before taking another sip of her wine.

Sarah Lynn GROW UP being JUDGED by EVERYONE, so being DEFENSIVE && HOSTILE towards people ( even if they hadn't said anything yet ), it was INGRAINED in her very CORE. She blushed, feeling STUPID for OVERREACTING. ❝ Oh, uh, it's were addict's go take get help or whatever. ❞ The brunette felt SHAME coil in the pit of her stomach, brushing a hand through her hair. ❝ Sorry about freakin' out on you, I'm tryin' ta work on that too... My name's Sarah Lynn and that's my daughter. ❞ She points the Little pony girl playing in the SANDBOX a few feet away.

The dog chuckled nervously before rubbing the back of his neck. “Well the short answer is I want him to like me but it’s more complicated then that. I really looked up to him back when I was on mister peanut butter’s house. He was my inspiration. Then when I found out he didn’t like me when everyone else loved me I just wanted to find a way to make him like me. Even a little bit.”

❝ Whoa, and I thought I was pathetic... ❞ The brunette plops down next to Mr. Peanut Butter, picking at her nails, she needs to REPAINT them soon. ❝ Bojack'll only like you if you're fuckin' him or inflatin' his fragile little ego. Or I guess in your case I'm not sure he'll ever like you. ❞ She paused, Ugh ! He's STUPID SAD DOG EYES are making Sarah Lynn feel uncomfortable, sadness swells in her chest. ❝ ...But ❞ She sighs, a bit to DRAMATICALLY. ❝ If you want him to at least tolerate you maybe chill out with the happy act. He doesn't do the whole happy go lucky shit. ❞ It was hard to EXPLAIN Bojack to people who didn't understand the SADNESS that runs through him, his SELF DESTRUCTIVE nature && need to push people away.

me: *on the verge of tears* ok not that i care but, 

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