I get high on a buzz
Something has gone awry. Let's review:
Carrow, who has been a thorn at my side for the past seven years, the utter dickhead faggot who flaunted sucking Avery's cock decides I'm not good enough. So...well. I take matters in my own hands, which probably was not a good idea in retrospect.
Somehow he transforms into Amycus Carrow who hurts our mam and has the most amazing mouth in the universe, not to mention an arse you can bounce sickles off. He occupies my every waking moment and makes me stain my sheets at night.
Stuff happens in between, mostly Fawcett's fault.
Carrow is Amycus again, and he's still got the most amazing mouth in the universe, same with his arse, but he said he loves me.
LOVE! I mean, I like him. I do. I care for him. I fuck him, which is all sorts of wonderful, but that's just, you know, hormones. It's what I'm supposed to do being the reckless, headstrong youth that I am. In ten years time, I will be vehemently denying this period of my life. Right?
Love is... something between a man and a woman. Not this. I'm not queer. I can't stop thinking about him, but I'm not.
I think I need a priest.