Date: 2021-05-26 12:27 pm (UTC)

dog_eat_dog: (and the wind licks at you)
From: [personal profile] dog_eat_dog
“Something like that. Or I guess I just feel frustrated, like no one else is going to do this, and being sick of people thinking it can’t be better.”

That touch feels nice. Soothing.

“I don’t want to live like that anymore.”
Date: 2021-05-29 08:37 pm (UTC)

dog_eat_dog: <user name=onetouchdonnie> (we open with the vultures)
From: [personal profile] dog_eat_dog
"Exactly," she nods. "I'm sick of all the cynical bullshit. I can't live like that anymore."

A pause.

"But I'm good at it. And I can't walk away from what I'm good at if I don't have something else lined up."
Date: 2021-05-30 08:43 pm (UTC)

dog_eat_dog: (can't beat you because I'm still with yo)
From: [personal profile] dog_eat_dog
She nods.

"That's the plan," she agrees. There's something unreal about that, trying to figure out what to do next... ideally for the rest of her life. "I can't remember the last time I planned for anything further than six months ahead of me, and even that was generous."
Date: 2021-06-11 01:30 am (UTC)

dog_eat_dog: <user name=ifeelsick> (keep the wounded safe)
From: [personal profile] dog_eat_dog
Plans on top of plans. A year ago she might have been able to pluck together a plan on the fly, but this feels like too much. A call to plan when she has no idea where she'll be in weeks, let alone months or years.

She breathes out, long and slow.

"Easier said than done, but I'll try."

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