(CW: Hinted panic attacks and alcohol mention)
Dear Diary, I am having the worst hangover of my life but that's not what i'm focused on. I must've did somethin' because I woke up next to Old sport today, I know we didn't fuck. (I mean, I wouldn't complain if we did.) And my eyes feel so tired. God, I'm gonna go out to smoke and try to find Sportsy. -Big Dick Davey<3
Dear Diary, Apparantly I just started just.. crying? I thought I did some dumb shit last night. Hell, Sportsy said he couldn't even calm me down. I haven't felt sad this month i'm just confused. He said and I quote "You were hyperventilating, Dave." I don't have any memory, how hard did I fuckin' drink? I'm gonna ask him more questions about last night -Big Dick Davey<3
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FanficHeavily inspired by Dragonblade122, check them out. (And by Dave's Computer in DSaF 2) (This is mostly a Davesport book so have.. fun reading it?)
