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[michaelscorner]

I think I can remember the last time my head hurt this much. It's when I fell out of a tree.

Ow. Writing hurts my eyes. Excuse me, but I have to go crawl into a hole and die now. See you after.

Comments

[ravenclaw_wonde]

Will you finally quit drinking now? I told you it didn't solve a thing. I told you that you didn't like the consequences of drinking. Will you finally listen to me?

And no Michael, you won't die.

[michaelscorner]

Oh, go away.

[ravenclaw_wonde]

No

[headboy_ernie]

See you after.

Well, we won't if you're dead.

[michaelscorner]

I figured I'd stop being dead once the nausea passes.

[headboy_ernie]

Ah. Metaphorical death.

[millieslytherin]

Idiot. A half of a bottle a day. Not five a day. I'm really getting tired of supporting your habit.

[michaelscorner]

You're making it sound like I'm some sort of alcoholic, you know.

[millieslytherin]

There aren't sorts of alcoholics.

[michaelscorner]

Well, you're making me sound like an alcoholic then.

[gryff_parvati]

Michael, please stop hurting yourself like this. I- you don't have any reason to listen to me, do you?

I'm sorry. I mean, I'm not sorry for- but I am sorry for hurting you. And I don't know if I helped at all, but... yeah. Sorry.

[michaelscorner]

It's not your fault. It's... I dunno. It's not your fault, though.