@conceitedEngineer — #substance
[ A bad dream. ] (Not actually posted, just some exposition.) You’ve watched him die before. In the heat of the battle, with the knowledge the game or Jane would bring him back, it didn’t make your heart seize. You always had failsafes. The risks were always calculated ten times over by you, miniscule. “Dirk?” Jake’s hand curled around your shoulder, squeezing tightly in a way that should be reassuring but barely reached you. “You know as good as any I haven’t the slightest clue how to gab at you in a way that’ll slap a plaster on this giant mess of broken pieces, but…” He trailed off. You weren’t ...Read more
Crazy how well this medicine works. Me, with a regular sleep schedule? Previously unheard of. Up next is morning tea time with Rose.
My mind has been stuck on nights spent with his scruffy jaw held in my hand and smoke curling between our mouths. He's started drinking. He thinks I don't know but I smell it on his breath whenever he drops his guard like that. Fucking ridiculous.
There's a % chance I can't fucking type today. I wish I could blame it on being drunk. I'm just tired.
No longer hungover. Jake’s tricks do, in fact, work.
This is why I don’t drink. Why anyone would willingly and repeatedly do this to themselves is a mystery.
I’m about desperate enough to try disgusting hangover cures.