Choices and Promises, Regrets and Resignation

[bldy_cute_molly]

Scrawled in a loose hand on the pages of a maimed and singed oilcloth-wrapped journal. It's cover and page margins are scrawled over with doodles of kittens. Some of these are, unfortunately, pink.

Dear Diary,

This is my final entry to you. In a few minutes you'll be packed away in my sea-chest along with everything else from your part of my life.

Comments

[ms_sadie_frost]

Hmmm. Perhaps it is time to graduate you to spinning with fire.

[bldy_cute_molly]

Are you sure that's wise? In my current state? Because the drink fumes coming off of me would probably guarantee a nicely sized fireball with me in the middle.

Though I reckon there's a few people out there who would love to see that right about now.

[ms_sadie_frost]

Oh, one thing you learn about playing with fire...alcohol burns much cooler than you think.

[bldy_cute_molly]

You don't think I've been playing with fire enough these days?

[bldy_cute_molly]

You know, Caine, I'm not really clear on whether that was an offer or a warning.

[addison_rta]

I am just sorry, Molly. *big gothy hugs*

[bldy_cute_molly]

You gave me gothy hugs, free legal advice, and free booze. You also made me go take a warm bath. You are my absolute hero, and are full of gothy awesome!

Though, really when you ordered me rum it almost set me off all over again.

[addison_rta]

I am available for gothy and completely non-scary hugs at any time. Frightening, necromatic hugs!

[callisto_rta]

NooooOOOoooOOO! Who will I go to for the blowing of things up now?

[bldy_cute_molly]

Oh, I'll still be blowing things up! Believe me!

[callisto_rta]

Good. I haven't learned all I can from you yet.

[bldy_cute_molly]

I haven't learned all I can from you yet.

You're not planning on killing me once you have, are you? Because ol' Mol's learnin' new things all the time!