One day, when I am a braver man, I will tell her these things, and then I will look
her in the eye tell her I love her and ask her to be only mine. But until that day, we're just friends.
Things are as bad as you fear they are. People are as bad as you think they are. The Universe does not care.
Women. You tell me they're not all witches, and I'll tell you you haven't been paying attention.
For there is nothing quite so terror-inducing as the loss of sleep. It creates phantoms and doubts, causes one to questions one's own abilities and judgement, and, over time, dismantles, from within, the body.
Once we understand how they think, we can predict their behaviour. And once we predict it well, we can manipulate it. That is diplomacy.
That's what happens when you get a regular job, other people's shit becomes your problem. 'Course, by the time you got that figured, it's up around your ears and you're just trying to keep your [expletive]ing mouth shut.
I feel like I'm forgetting something. Vyrus. Clans. Zombies. Stay out of the sun. Don't get shot. Abandon your life. Drink blood to survive. No, guess that pretty much covers it.