Last night was full moon. "Heyz gurl! i haven't been able to get hold of ya. Whas happened? i love you and miss you hella heaps too and you better be avalaz sometime! The other night Vaughan and Lincoln were in a crash. Gurl, Vaughan didn't make it." Fuck. Fuck. fuck. FUCK. So as the wolf of the shadows goes about his business, taking lives, so do i. Things've started returning to "normal" i'm going to miss Vaughan. At one stage in my life, he was about as much of a brother as Rob was. "It's not how they died that we remember them. It's how they lived." i haven't properly cried yet, but i'm sure it'll come. Tim and i have not been getting on. Not so promised, anyway. i see him when i see him. i have time for him always. i'm a bitch to him. it's almost like old times. What is old times? Old times is alccy, drugs, and hot shit. It's all about how you can laugh on the phone to someone for an hour, and be hyped up for no reason. IT doesn't know depresssion. It doesn't know prolonged sadness. And you just don't give a fuck about everything, however you pretend to. You are absorbed in yourself so deep that the world becomes happy. Everything's full of happy. You get bashed by your boyfriend, it dunnt matter. You're still "in love". He tried to kill you. It dunnt matter. He loves you now, and is sorry. You get caught up in the places of state flats, and soon... you're fucked because a deal went wrong. But everyone loves you. Life goes on..