why the fuck does nobody care about anything anymore. the people i consider my friends don’t give a single fuck about me, they treat me like shit and the only reason i still speak to them is because i hope one day i’ll understand why
I really love the way she just flops his dead corpse onto the floor like garbage as soon as she gets her autonomy back. Like she could not care less about him
When she started spiraling about how much cleaning she’d have to do before she could even start, that’s when I knew the writers really understood the reality of depression