-Gracia sleeps peacefully in her room-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?'Cause everybody's always wanting something from me, so I fuckin' give it to them. All the fucking time. I don't ask for a single fucking thing in return.
But if I need something? If I ask someone else for help? Oh, they'll do it, that's for sure. But they'll only do it a little bit. After it's more than a couple of times, they'll get tired and pack up and go somewhere else. Archer fucked off and went to go in the fucking woods for months, I get lonely. I deal with it for a little while, get used to it, but eventually it just gets to fucking hurting all the time. I get upset and bitch about to Julie. And she stays up for a few days and listen to my bullshit, but she gets tired and gives up. She sat there and listened, then she felt sorry for herself, and she just slept instead of listening to me. So I'm left without any fucking person to lean on, I feel horrible, and it's only now that anyone notices.
I'm just a fucking- I'm people's fucking safety blanket. I tide them over, then when they're done getting whatever the hell they wanted, they up and leave.

"... no?"