[Private]
Bloody sobriety. Things are too clear.
Keep it short so I don't wake her up, I should be dead and she should be alive, even if I never saw her again I'd rather know she's alive and happy without me than dead where I can visit her whenever the fuck I want.
The boys are mocking me, said I'm dating the Harpy, and I'm not, because the Harpy's got a point. I loved Becca, she's dead, time to stop looking. Fuck it.
Better write something, it's been too long.
Well just in case you're wondering, this time I'm not drunk which is funny because this time around I really should be, but in
CELEBRATION
Instead I just had awful filthy dirty sex with a girl who loved every minute of it. Starting to think alcohol's overrated.
Bit tired to be as verbose as usual (she's asleep on my other arm which is why you're not getting my top handwriting and ouch my hand's gone numb
There we are. You know, being sober after eight PM is fucking insane, it's like I'm the OPPOSITE of drunk which is boring without the girl but just a BIT surreal, right?
Anyway, llongyfarchiadau and pob lwc to the world at large (and to me for tomorrow because if she turns out to be a bitch I don't have a hangover to blame when I hide in the loo)