Entry Number Six: How can we make you understand?
Goddamnedbastardlyhell!
[Private to Self]
Fuck. Kir is alive! Do I run? Do I hide? Do I kill him? That sounds like a possibility. I could kill him and be done with this horrible feeling of guilt--
UJAS!
I even revealed myself first. In a way. He's such an alcoholic. Charming one, but still.
Alright, honestly? I'm glad he's out and about. We're going to the Leaky or some other place and I'm buying him a pint. Of guess what. Yes, that's right. I'm feeding my closest friend with poison.
Actually - I could bring all that I've worked on so far and we could discuss it all already! Wonder where he's living in. Wonder if we could all get together and live in my house. Live and create music again.
Aren't I the dreamer? Hahah. And fuck werewolf attacks and blood and fear and fright again. I-- I am so egotistic. Oh no!
[/Private to Self]
[Private to Charlie]
Charlie, mate--
My condolences. I'm really very much sorry. I hope you've not cried your eyes out by now. And, you know, melted into a pile of goo. We will strike back. Somehow. With songs. Remember that idea?
[/Private to Charlie]
Sometimes it is useful to forget all the dark things and look for the light. It's everywhere, really. You just have to try your best. Try the hardedededest right now. We still have the sun rising. And stars. And flowers are still blooming. And there are smiles on the children's faces. And there are friends coming back.
Hello, world!
[Private to Self]
Fuck. Kir is alive! Do I run? Do I hide? Do I kill him? That sounds like a possibility. I could kill him and be done with this horrible feeling of guilt--
UJAS!
I even revealed myself first. In a way. He's such an alcoholic. Charming one, but still.
Alright, honestly? I'm glad he's out and about. We're going to the Leaky or some other place and I'm buying him a pint. Of guess what. Yes, that's right. I'm feeding my closest friend with poison.
Actually - I could bring all that I've worked on so far and we could discuss it all already! Wonder where he's living in. Wonder if we could all get together and live in my house. Live and create music again.
Aren't I the dreamer? Hahah. And fuck werewolf attacks and blood and fear and fright again. I-- I am so egotistic. Oh no!
[/Private to Self]
[Private to Charlie]
Charlie, mate--
My condolences. I'm really very much sorry. I hope you've not cried your eyes out by now. And, you know, melted into a pile of goo. We will strike back. Somehow. With songs. Remember that idea?
[/Private to Charlie]
Sometimes it is useful to forget all the dark things and look for the light. It's everywhere, really. You just have to try your best. Try the hardedededest right now. We still have the sun rising. And stars. And flowers are still blooming. And there are smiles on the children's faces. And there are friends coming back.
Hello, world!