Saint Patrick ☘
08 October 2012 @ 05:00 am
I don't want your fucking goody-two-shoes God money anyway. Fucking saint. Why don't you mind your own fucking business?! Who even fucking asked you to help in the goddamn first place, huh? Go get shitfaced and fuck a stranger because god fucking knows that's all you're good for. Piece of shit.

It's like Wrath wrote out my inner monologue. Which is eerie, upsetting and unsettling all at once.

I could use a distraction so I don't end up at the pub.

Who wants to go bowling?!
Current Mood: cranky
Saint Patrick ☘
06 September 2012 @ 09:15 am
[Locked to friends]

Joey is alive and in hospital but he never wants to see me again. He's so angry that we couldn't help him. He said it's my fault that he went through it and he's right. If he hadn't known me Lucifer never would have hurt him. Never would have killed Neil.

He slapped me too. Threw water at me and called me a useless slave. I can't blame him. I am useless. One of my best friends was in pain and I couldn't help him and now he hates me.

I don't- I don't know what I might do.
Current Mood: depressed
Saint Patrick ☘
22 November 2010 @ 07:35 pm

It's not the end of the world if I keep messing up and straying farther and farther from the man I was?

So why does it feel like it is, George? Why does it feel like it should be? At the very least the end of me.


[Satan and Lucifer]

Don't gloat or I won't listen.

Do either of you happen to know if there's a way I could...I don't know...not happen to be here? If I die, I just come back. How can I stop coming back.
Current Mood: quixotic