
How dare you talk about my son that way.
Say whatever the fuck you want about me, but when you start insulting my son, you’ve stepped over a line.
He’s a child. He’s scared, and he’s still learning. Let’s see how well you’d do if you were him, and how long you’d last in a world where death follows you around every corner.
You need to watch your mouth, and learn how to keep it shut, because some day it’s going to get you into a situation you can’t get out of.
God, you’re all daft.
Did you not see the fact that I hit a walker? I will admit, I was looking at the map, my eyes were not on the road, but with the fact that I was probably the only person in the world driving at that time, I didn’t think it’d matter.
The walker came out of nowhere, and by the time I looked up, it was too late to steer around it.

Oh, you’re a funny one.
Thank you very much Ellis.
It makes my day better to hear things like that.
(( Not to burst your bubble or anything, but that’s kind of the point of having this account. ))
Thank you. Thank you very much. It means everything to me, having your support.
Things are hard, and I can’t always be the perfect wife, or mother, or hell, even just a person. So it always makes me smile to know that at least someone out there thinks I’m doing a good job.
Thank you.
I’m really.. unsure. I never was big into the whole biology crap in school, but I guess now that I think about it, it’s possible..
But that pretty much means that there’s no hope for the human race to survive, if we can’t give birth to normal babies.
It’s scary to think about.. giving birth to a child that could already be dead. Or hell, even one that could.. hell, I don’t know, eat me from the inside out.
But we have to try. All we have is hope anymore, and without that, then what the hell are we still fighting for?

The world goes to hell, and the only people that survive other then us are the rude people who believe in stereotypes.
How lovely.