Re: Max M/Lin A
There weren't enough words there for wordsmithing.
Listen, kid, I don't know what motivates you, what you get up for in the morning. But I lost that, and I'm having a shit time.
I hate El's friends, and I don't want to argue with her about it, and I don't like what it says about my sister. The man I was involved with cut me off. One of my best friends almost died this week, and I had to revive him and ride in a hospital bus with him, and my quasi-stepkid is acting like he's living in Stepford Falls. On top of that, El is trying to get my kid out here, which is the stupidest, most irresponsible thing anyone could do. And the man I spent my whole life trying to please can't know I'm alive. And he probably doesn't even give a shit.
No, I'm not alright, but I'm not about to slice my wrists in a bathroom either. I'm not that woman. I'll find a shooting range, have ten beers, and I'll bounce back.