If this is the last time you see me on that god forsaken show, just know that I’m doing good now. Not that that fucking thing had any say in where I actually was, or what the fuck happened to me. They never really owned me.
But if you wanted to know one alternate universe, the fucked up one ruled by middle aged adults laughing their asses off when they make racist and fucking homophobic jokes, because they feel alive or some shit, then here it is.
After Ian tells me that he will wait, I keep on hoping for a couple months. And after seeing Sveltlana come alone for the fourth time, I think I wise up. Because the fucker lied, like I told him to.
I wise the fuck up. I get out after one year because fuck the universe in which shameless exists and also I wasn’t even fucking convicted in the first place. I get the shitty tattoo removed. I still talk to Sveltlana. I don’t talk to the fucker.
I draw really well, and set up shop in Boston with my own tattoo place. Or I move in with Mandy after we kick Kenyatta out, and I work as a mechanic. Or I get into college and get my degree and become a financial analyst or something with fucking numbers because I’m fucking good at that. I’m smart, have a fucking mind worth respecting. Doesn’t matter that the writers have contempt for the people they are trying to portray and defend. I do something good. I own a diner, or fucking go into construction, or become an actor. I become a fucking teacher, or a counselor. I take care of Yvegeny.
I fall in love with some douche bag. He’s fucking nice to me.
There’s no set end for me. I’m just free, fucking out.
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