Kenny sits on the neatly made bed on his half of the hospital room. His laptop is situated in his lap, balancing somewhat precariously as he types.

I'm out of here. Back twice a week for sessions.

Seriously. I think I'd be dead if it wasn't for Allman.

I feel so fucking alive.

Yeah, we're back together.

Yeah, it feels good.

I'd say dance worthy, but I'm too comfortable laying down with you to move.

Adventures kick ass.

Sleep also kicks ass. Sleep is my friend. Sleep has always wanted to be my friend, I think I'm going to do my best to continue to let it be my friend.

Kenny pulls out his laptop, blinking furiously, and begins to type as soon as the journal client has loaded up.Yeah, so this is pretty much the worst thing that's ever happened to me. I say this with clarity and conviction that can only come from two packs of cigarettes in a couple of hours. Mikey's trying to help. But he's optimistic and that's ( Read more... )

Kenny is locked in his room, curled up in his bed with a game of solitaire before opening up his journal client.

Sometimes I think that my parents are right and that I'm just the stupidest person out there. Why didn't I see this coming?

Kenny flips back to his solitaire game and wraps the blankets tighter around himself.

Kenny pads sleepily back into his room, pulling out his laptop and wrapping his blankets around himself. He opens up his journal client, trying to hide his smile.

Do you ever feel like you're the luckiest person alive?

Kenny closes the laptop after posting, padding back out of the room, blanket pulled tight around his shoulders.

Kenny yawns and rolls over in his bed, it's been a restless night and all he really wants is to go back to sleep for another ten hours. Instead he pulls out his laptop and heads to the cafeteria. Once there, he settles in with a cup of coffee and opens his journal client.Apparently absenteeism is the new black. I think I wear it well. There are a ( Read more... )

Kenny's eyes are dark ringed, looking as though he needs about a weeks worth of sleep. He pulls out his laptop and opens the journal client.Everything's sorting itself out. Squares reduce to triangles reduce to lines. Things are good right now ( Read more... )

Kenny is sitting in his bed, underneath the covers, laptop sitting on his lap. He is typing into his journal client while drinking juice from a bottle on his bedstand.A lot has happened since I wrote in here. I actually talked to Ace and he told me... Well, he told me what happened anyway, which leads me to a rather sticky situation. Johnny told me ( Read more... )