Well, this is just peachy. Truth drugs in the water? Isn't that just fucking perfect. Gimli never had to deal with this so we have no idea what to do, but whatever, it's not like I ever drink water anyway. Maybe once a week. Not like I have any secrets anyway? Not really. I've always been of the opinion that it's better to be completely open rather then not at all. Though that's a bit hypocritical of me, isn't it?
Water and then lots and loootss of booze. It's how I get by, you know? It's how I deal with the incredibly pathetic existence that is my incredibly pathetic life. I'm twenty-five years old, I even went to college and yet I'm still a waitress. I've never moved out of my own home town, and I fuck around with anyone with a pair of testicles. But you know what? I'm comfortable this way. I like my life this way, it's so much easier then the even worse alternative. Caring.
Why? Because my dad tried to rape me when I was sixteen, so if you're looking for a reason for why Alex Wolfe is the way she is, there it is. You'll never fucking hurt me, 'cos I won't ever give you the fucking chance.
... Apparently that one glass of water was enough. Whatever, it's not like I fucking care. I don't need anyone's pity, because I'm just fucking fine. Judge me all you want, I'll happily tell you to go fuck yourself.