Planning a trip to the movies tomorrow. Everyone is welcome. Ernie says he's buying dinner. Though I don't know if that stands if a group of us goes ( Read more... )

Quick, everyone send me their headache remedies. Nothing that I'm doing is working and I'm about to drive something sharp into my temple because the throbbing is just too much ( Read more... )

Now that there are three of us, I need to remember to stop buying food for two. Who knew Ernie could eat so bloody much? That boy's stomach is completely endless.

Daphne's drunken post got me thinking. What if he's not dead? What happens then? Where does that leave me? Us? Us? That leaving thing isn't looking so bad anymore. BAD TRAIN OF ( Read more... )

Life would be so much easier if someone would just tell me what to do.

I need to piece my life back together. Maybe I should leave for awhile. Because I'm tired of hurting people I love. And, if I'm not around, they can't hurt. Right? Tell me I'm right.

Maybe you would be better without me. Because you're the last person who deserves to be ( Read more... )

A couple of things ( Read more... )

They told me I can go home tomorrow. And my dad somehow convinced my mother that I'll be okay back at the flat. Is my dad a godsend or what? I had to agree to some of her terms, though. So, looks like my mother will be flooing over every afternoon for about an hour. I tried to get her down to 30 minutes, but she wouldn't budge, so I stopped ( Read more... )

I hate both of them. One for dying and leaving me. The other for just leaving me.

What did I do to deserve this? And I'm being selfish and only thinking about myself right now. I'm sorry, but, really, I feel entitled. Roll your eyes all you want. Talk about me all you want. I don't care anymore.

What do I have to care about?

Well, I'm sitting up and staying awake for more than 30 minutes at a time. They said they're going to keep me in St. Mungo's for a while longer. A date would be nice, but they never know when I ask ( Read more... )

Susan woke up, feeling rather sick. Climbing out of bed, she ran to the bathroom, emptying the few contents of her stomach. She stood, placing her hands on the sink, looking at her reflection in the mirror. It wasn't her. There was no her anymore. She'd failed. And he was gone. No matter how much she denied it, he was. And she felt sick ( Read more... )

[[OOC: Gah! This weekend was exhausting. And I know I said Dean and Parvati would be in this. But they're not. Because I'm having a problem writing them. I don't know why, but I am. This part that I did write is kind of lame, but I didn't know how to make it less lame. So, I hope it's not too bad. It's kind of a filler - a bridge, if you ( Read more... )