Are you really? I can't imagine it being easy. You don't have to worry about being embarrassed because it's painful, anyone who judges you for that is just an asshole. But maybe I'm just reaching here. I'm just glad to hear back from you, Kris.
I'm sorry to hear, Kristina. Hopefully you're feeling better by the time we chat next.
Why are you in a hospital?
"Let's just fucking jump." Or something along those lines.
Maybe you could, although I'm not sure you'd enjoy it much. Trust me when I say that my psychiatric ward isn't heaven on earth. Personally, I'd rather be in hell.
I miss you too. I would say I miss everyone, but I only miss my friends. You, Annabeth, Siors, our little circle. That's good to hear, mine has been...decent.
I haven't seen you either, Kris. How's life played out for you?
That I'll become too emotionally invested in someone who isn't worth my time or my effort.
Through killing people. Though really, this is more of a question for Landon.
Well, I could live without all my prized possessions, but I can't die without music.
I don't know if it even came close to love. I feel like it was an infatuation, and nothing else. If I don't crave their presence now, even after we're separated, then I suppose I never really loved them.
Nothing. If I messed with this country it would only turn into more fuck-ups and more problem cases.
I wouldn't. I can't handle this country, why should I bother going to another?
I live in a fucking psych ward. I don't watch anything but 12-step programs and Disney movies.
There is no business dirtier than business itself.
I don't own any mirrors.
It was the year my mother died. I had honestly thought she died from disease, and I cried my eyes out.
You won't find me crying anymore.