Irene came to me a few days ago. Started crying about how she screwed up her chance, how, after Josephine, she'd just be alone. Jonathan had his "friends", otherwise known as the women he had affairs with. But Irene had no one.
She stayed for a while, and her, Jackson, and myself had tea after she calmed herself down. Irene and Jackson are quite a lot alike, and they are always having something to talk about. Ironically, they also barely see each other. The whole conflicting gangs thing, as far as everyone knew. Add that to the fact of that they're both always busy, and it would seem that they never get to talk. Which, they don't.
Life around here can get pretty crazy, I guess. The boys in both of our gangs are constantly being drafted. Besides those that are legally dead, or other things, that would keep them from being drafted. But the ones that haven't been caught, and are still pretty alive, they're the ones that have been drafted. The ones that continue to be drafted. So that's always been a problem.
But, enough about the life around here..we have good people, and that's what matters.
I tried to talk to Irene about leaving Jonathan. She won't. I know she wants to, hell, she needs to. But she won't even entertain the idea. She told me it's because he'd kill her. I said he wouldn't, that he'd have to go through Marie and myself, before he could even get to her. She doesn't believe me.
She never believes me, though, and how many times has that actually come true? Very rarely. I say something, then I make sure it happens. Couldn't very well have someone dying on my hands, now could I?
Well. Unless it's the blood on my hands that made them die. In which case, go ahead and die. I couldn't give a fuck, even if I wanted to.
Caring is for people like Irene. People who are weak. People who need someone to hold their hand and be by their side.
Caring is weak. And I am not weak.
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