exist? i dunno, man! he definitely doesn’t like me hanging with carl, though.. might’ve struck a nerve or two.

“ you are! the two of you are no better than one another and you know it, you just don’t wanna face it. ” she’s hastily stuffing her belongings into her rucksack, trying to keep her lip from quivering. “ fuck you. ”

i know, i know just .. he’s so hypocritical! it’s so unfair! he already THINKS i’m a bad influence. i know i’m no angel but he’s not exactly saint rick over there.

none taken.. besides, i’m not that great at first impressions. you don’t seem so bad though.

eleven. doesn’t seem all that long ago but i think that self preservation thing kicked in and i just sorta forgot things about them? even when i didn’t want to. i remember silly things, y’know? like papa’s jokes or mama’s baking.

believe me, i don’t doubt it. was he always like this or did somethin’ change him?

… good morning assh— nevermind, just good morning :D ( she’s trying to turn over a new leaf. be patient. )

she doesn’t feel very good ..

got a stomach ache and stuffy nose .. :(

no, no doctors. i hate doctors..

over exaggerated yawn, flopping beside the reader. too tired for wise cracking jokes.

i’m sure i’ll be fine, right?

can she smell breakfast or is she still dreaming?

/ i miss my angry squishy.