whiskey

i downed 69 shots of gasoline and i'm having a discussion with val. don't worry, i'm going strong. i know my limits, and i'm not quite there yet....sadly.


it's 4:57am and i can't be bothered with capitalizing.


i am halfway through the bottle of johnnie walker. i had a full bottle and now i halved it. straight. ugh. when it's gone, i have to buy jack daniels to soothe my aching soul.

i can't sleep, really....


now's it 5:54am. I am still sober. The patches on my arms, neck, face scare me though. When I say patches, I really meant patches....god.
(quite) fair skin and redness.... I think I'm going to die.

it's 5:46am. please say you'd save me... my dad's awake, and i look like a leopard (except with red spots).

(editted)

[I meant to say 5:56am]

Friday the thirteenth;

SALVATION- will never come.
CARDIAC- faulty