I'm in the hospital wing. Like you don't already know. I made a shit of myself a few days ago. I'm very embarrassed. I'm not sure why I said those things ( Read more... )

I'm tired of all the shit. All the angst, all the fighting, all the drama. I'm tired of lying, cheating, stealing, faking, all to make myself feel better now, but miserable in the long run. I'm tired of using crutches like sex or alcohol to achieve a shortlived, false happiness. But most of all, I'm tired of keeping it all inside ( Read more... )

( private-Antonin (if ya want) )

( Surveyness )

OK, so I was just roaming the halls, thinking of Charlotte like I usually do, when it hit me, and now I'm in a mood. I tried alcohol, but all the vodka does is makes things a little less sharp. Which, don't get me wrong, is a real bucket of tits, but…ooh, I feel wierd…tits…HAHAHA *vomits*…ugh, just bugger off, yeah? *holds stomach, then pukes again

I'm in a special kind of mood, one that can only be soothed…*cue piano twiddling*…by a song…

( Doo be doo be doo )

Ever wanted to tell me what you think of me but could never put it into words? TODAY'S YOUR LUCKY DAY! I sorta stole this off my girlfriend but anyway…

( Here it is )

I've thought about it carefully, dissected all the details, and I can only come to one conclusion ( Read more... )

Charlotte is unbelievable. Un-fucking-believable. I think I love her. Oh boy. Is it just me, or is it a beautiful day today?

So, maybe I'm just bored, but I was thinking…

Should I make a pornographic film with Bellatrix? I mean, there's just so much sexual tension, I think you can really wring out a few good scenes. Plus we're the two most perverted people in the school. Thoughts please.

*Cough* Maybe I should go easier on the rum and eggnog…

P.S.-We could call it ( Read more... )