Diary,
Today my friend has abandoned me. Or rather I abandoned him...
We both fought, and I ended up just going home afterwards. The drunk bastard probably would've killed me if I didn't.
Speaking of killing, he killed his wife.
According to the news, he got into a struggle with her and a broken beer bottle was he murder weapon. Apparently her throat was slit.
Kind of sad on Valentine's Day, don't you think?
Hmm? Do I have a sweetheart? No, that's a pro of being asexual; not having to worry about the constant nagging or bickering of an annoying girlfriend or boyfriend.
...My life is sad.
~S. Henry
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Keepsake
Ficción GeneralSeamus Henry; a friend; a celebrity; a lunatic. This diary contains his thoughts behind his actions and his choices in life.
