don’t snort at me!

you’re so not joking. woooow.

i shed a singular sad little tear knowing you laugh at my pain, my suffering, agony if you will.

remus what the fuck.

i can feel moony laughing at my pain and suffering.

today, my cigarette went out and i had to go through the effort of relighting it. i feel hate crimed by life.

it’s been half a day. half a hellish day and he’s almost out of cigarettes, has three hours of detention and if james throws one more note at him.. it is over for everyone in the room.

“sometimes the sweet release of death tempts me..”

torture. this is absolute torture. truly!!!

𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓫𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓱𝓾𝓻𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭.

- 𝓼𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓾𝓼 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴🐾