"Yeah, okay," she agrees. "Sorta like an adventure."
Nothing has felt like much of an adventure lately. Not the good kind anyway. Everything seems like it's just a little too hard, like she's been moving through quicksand, and she knows no one is to blame for that, but she can't help but be angry sometimes. There are days when she's angry at herself, days when she's mad at Daryl, days when she's just angry at this entire city. None of that helps, of course, but she can't seem to help it.
There are days when she wants to just shove it all aside and pretend it isn't happening. That's what she thinks Maggie might have told her to do. Or maybe she can't pin that on her sister, maybe it's just her own decision. It's not like she hasn't been prone to bottling things up before.
We don't get to cry anymore.
That's how she feels now. She's tired of crying.
"Let's go to the boardwalk, I bet there's somethin' happening there," she decides.
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Nothing has felt like much of an adventure lately. Not the good kind anyway. Everything seems like it's just a little too hard, like she's been moving through quicksand, and she knows no one is to blame for that, but she can't help but be angry sometimes. There are days when she's angry at herself, days when she's mad at Daryl, days when she's just angry at this entire city. None of that helps, of course, but she can't seem to help it.
There are days when she wants to just shove it all aside and pretend it isn't happening. That's what she thinks Maggie might have told her to do. Or maybe she can't pin that on her sister, maybe it's just her own decision. It's not like she hasn't been prone to bottling things up before.
We don't get to cry anymore.
That's how she feels now. She's tired of crying.
"Let's go to the boardwalk, I bet there's somethin' happening there," she decides.