I'm home thank god, I swore I heard sirens it was probably some police car for a collage party,
I never got why people called the police for noise complaints.
Hey, I'm still waiting you said I'd get to relax?
Sorry Bert you're right I didn't mean to wait too long
I swear I still had a bit of Coke from. last time.
Are you going to let me or not?
Sorry, sorry go ahead.
That's when I blacked out again.
It's not fun being out of my own control, having to retrace every step trying to figure out what happened the night before. I never liked drinking for that reason, black out drunk was the worst.
I don't like losing control unless it's for Bert but i can trust him so it's not like I'm losing control more just, giving him the reins for a bit.
When I woke up there was a perfect line of white powder on my bedside table, of course there was.
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It's Hard To Let Go
FanfictionFrank Iero is charged with the murder of Gerard Arthur Way. Frank has to pretend to be crazy to avoid prison. if he does go to prison, who will take care of the cold pale boy in the basement? ------------------------------ I can't write or spell for...
