"Plum, why.... why's it so /fucking/ hard to fit in sometimes? I'm good at joking around, it's well and nice, but in the end, I still go to bed feelin' lonely. And why? Because I am so damned afraid of lettin' people close. I wish I could be more like you, I really do. Everybody's got their insecurities here, I get that, it's just.... it's really hard to be soft sometimes."
Plumeria rolls her eyes and exhales a noxious cloud of smoke, letting it seep slowly from her mouth to maximize the effects of the cannabis. Giving a dry little sniff, she passes the Haunter-shaped pipe over to Max.
“ I got real limited patience for people who know what they gotta do for get better and just don’t wanna do ‘em ‘cause it’s hard. ”
The judgement hangs heavy in the air. Like always, she seems entirely unconcerned with whether it will be well-received.
Ultimately she shrugs and gestures for Max to return the smoke, once she’s taken a hit for herself.
“ Look. No love easy. No such thing as love without risk either. So what it really come down to is how you wanna live your life. Decide it’s worth it, decide it ain’t worth it. Only you can choose --------- but choose you gotta, and choose you will, one way or the other. ”
“ You ask me, more better you rule your own heart and love on your terms instead’a pissin’ your energy down your leg or spendin’ the rest your life lonely. ”