8th March
Tonight was gig night and usually I'd be really happy but I kind of got quite drunk before going on stage and puked onto someone stood at the front of the stage. Awkward. I felt really bad and the girl had gone kind of hysterical, she was screaming and swearing, crying, pushing through people to leave and everyone else was laughing. Cleo had punched me in the arm and hissed that I needed to get back in the game.
If I'm this crazy thing wafting around in the atmosphere then Cleo is the earth that grounds me. I love her to death and she's my oldest friend.
Dad was showing us his new tattoo, it's a skull on the back of his left hand. He said it was really painful. I was looking at it and just couldn't really match the pain factor to the quality, something about it looked wrong. I didn't say anything of course but I exchanged a look with Jessamine that said it all. Mum said she wants to get a skull tattoo on her hand now so that her and dad can be matching. I told her not to.
"Why not? Me and daddy can have something that ties us together then." She'd pouted.
Uh hello you have two kids with the man is that not 'tying' enough?
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General FictionI'm writing because I've decided to stop talking. When I talk it's like people take my words as theory as something subject to change, my words become twisted from one ear to the next, lips forming the wrong syllables and suddenly I'm liable for dam...
