Class seems to be winding down.

I want to get drunk.

I want to sing crappy, sappy songs at the top of my lungs, surrounded by inebriated friends who know exactly why I'm depressed and don't talk about it, don't try to console me, at most offer me pity sex and stronger drinks and maybe a bit of chocolate.

See, that's where I am at.

The... hm.

Just a sec.

Here. Read this.

That's what I want to do. *grin*

Fourth set. And yeah... I know you're all Riff, but dammit, all I need is just one Kiki...

...kiki...

...you know, the boy was Kiki. Enthusiastically. Kiki... dammit...

*curls up, crying just a little*

...I miss him.