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Math is for bitches.
“North is a fucking thundercunt most of the time.
I had promised myself that I would never, under any circumstances, help a spirit again. I still live with the trauma and consequences the last time brought me.
“Are you geometry? Because you look good at every angle,”
don’t know what she’s pleading for, but I would give her all of me right here, right now. A kidney? Sure, take it. You know what, take the leg I have left. I don’t need it anyway.
“Hey, girl, are you a coffin? ’Cause I’ve been dying to get inside you.”
“Keep your hands off my car!” As I quickly reattach the loose battery cable, I don’t say a word, my fingers deftly working the connection back into place. With a satisfying click, the car is ready to start again, and I close the hood with a thud. Before North can say anything else, I turn on my heel and flip him off over my shoulder as I yell, “You’re welcome!”
“You weren’t even alive in the eighties.”
“I’m not alive now either,”
If I hadn’t been dumb enough to die before I met her.
“You know, just because he’s good for your hole doesn’t mean he’s good for your soul,” Saylor teases, bringing humor back into the situation.
Idiots. I can’t believe I’m related to these fucking idiots.
If they loved me the way I love them, they would have never treated me like that. I’m not saying they needed to just believe, but what they should have done is given me the benefit of the doubt. But they didn’t. They treated me like dirt and let me know everything I needed to know with their behavior. They only confirmed what I knew all along. Nobody wants to deal with my kind of crazy. And when push comes to shove, I’m on my own.
“The crazy one is done with you.”
