At some point, it stops being about bad choices.

See, if you make enough wrong turns, eventually, you won’t have the situational awareness to make an informed decision about the way home… you won’t know where you are or where you’re going. It won’t matter how much you try; doing the right thing for yourself will become a matter of blind luck. Virtually everything you do will just get you more lost.

That’s when you’ll turn to a certain sort of man, one who recognizes how lost you are. He won’t take you home, but he’ll definitely keep you occupied. And it will feel like such a relief, just knowing you have someone else to blame when everything in the world makes you want to cry.

Live that fucking dream, sweetie.