I woke up this morning with the hangover from hell so if there are any spelling mistakes I'm probably not going to notice them. Joel's the one to blame for this, he's the one who wanted to get drunk, but we were too tired the day before yesterday to do anything so we just slept. But last night. Yeah. I feel like I need a couple of pints of blood to add to my alcohol stream right now. Neither of us can exactly take our booze, so there's still a quarter of a bottle looking inviting... I'm going to keep that for the first aid kit I think.
Joel's still passed out, so first things first, I'm going to go out and get Joel and I coffee. Then I'm going to kick him awake if he stops looking so cute whilst he's like this. Then we are going to drink it, and discuss where we go next, and what happened last night. But the latter is none of your business so we'll move on.
Simply put, since Slendy came here, I've not felt safe, the fog has been hitting Joel like a punch in the face... I'm trying to keep some focus going, but it's difficult. I keep finding myself holding the St Christopher I chose as my Totem, like Elaine taught me and I feel better. It gives me a reason for this... This life I guess.
I can't believe it's been almost two months since it happened. Since I lost my family. We've been so busy it took a god damn hangover for me to remember them. I'm not sad about it, the time for mourning them has gone. I just get a reason to fight from the St Chris, I do not want to lose anyone else I love.
Even if Joel is struggling with his head, I should be pretty clear. Now to get that coffee.
~That weirdo named Lucas