Re: Clem M/Shane A
yeah, sometimes I fucking miss it. but not really. that's how this shit works, yeah? shit out here isn't fucking zombies, where it's down to simple survival. makes it easy to fucking not worry about shit like this when you might get your ass bitten off the next day.
Peaches, you came around and fucking Graham spent more time with your ass than me. I get it in a way, yeah? being fucking pushed aside. now he wants to fucking spill his idiot guts out to some fucking teenager in Hello Kitty underwear. it fucking pisses me off, yeah? he's my fucking friend, why the fuck can't he talk to me, whatever. but, shit, me sitting around fucking thinking that shit gets me nowhere. shit happened after Lorelei died. he fucking withdrew into nothing. he's a fucking freak. I love him, yeah? but he's a fucking freak.
so, yeah, I get it, but shit, you want me to come there, I'll fucking come there. but it was always about you two, yeah? you and Graham, like the shit I feel or whatever is whatever, because you think one way, he thinks another and you're both fucking right. and me? I'll fucking stay because that's what I do, yeah? for Marina, for Evie, for who the fuck ever. you want people to do shit without asking. you're up front as fuck about being selfish. Graham's head's so fucking far up his ass he sees his dead wife. just because I don't fucking cry doesn't mean I don't fucking whatever, yeah?
because, Peaches, I changed my fucking mind about you and I like it that way.