"...Short term, a glass of whiskey and a good punch to the jaw. It won't help but you'd be amazed how much clearer you think after a nice clean hit 'cross the mouth." Erin reaches out gently and pets the rabbit. "...I want to feel like part of a community. Wanna adopt a cat maybe. While I'm wishing for shit I can't have I wanna stand out in the rain and maybe hunt a deer and share it. And..."

"...I want the stupid voice in my head to believe it when people say they care about me."

(Wow, Peters. Should I change the oil while I'm under this bus?)

Yeah, get on that. Jackass.