[George doesn't try to fill the silence. she's lost in her own thoughts. about happiness, about her family, about her friends, both here and lost to her at home.
she has friends. that's a good thing, right? that should make her happy. but instead, she's still. . . not. a big part of her feels unworthy of it and probably always will
George would agree with the amendment and count herself among them]
One hundred million kinds of fucked up. And since when is anything fair?
private voice;
she has friends. that's a good thing, right? that should make her happy. but instead, she's still. . . not. a big part of her feels unworthy of it and probably always will
George would agree with the amendment and count herself among them]
One hundred million kinds of fucked up. And since when is anything fair?