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Nothing's wrong. Nothing's wrong. It's all okay now.

I'm not going to drink. Everything is fine.

Sunshine and daises.

To everyone who didn't get it: my costume was Lance Baffengwash, the lead singer, guitarist and frontman behind the band Le Fay. I would've thought the artfully torn robes, charmed hair and guitar on my back would've given it away, but then again, I'm probably the only person who likes Le Fay ( Read more... )

old habits die hard I guess and why would I want to stop? the dreams are gone but I'm still awake and it's better this way anyway --

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If you want to buy booze, fuck off. I don't have any, so unless you want to wait a week, go piss off someone else.

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Bloody journal. I'm tempted just to throw the bloody thing in the fire. Or myself, ha ( Read more... )

Fuck.

Is my head ever going to stop aching?

Truth or Dare sucked. Everything sucks.

Anyone wanna get drunk, or am I alone again?

PS: If anyone needs Firewhisky for any occasion, talk to me. Seven Galleons a bottle, which is reasonable considering they cost me four and a bloody pain to smuggle in.

"The Pit", by Le Fay.

When are we gonna go free ( Read more... )