So. Last night was pretty grand. You only have to read the previous entry. But everything's back to normal now. Nothing has changed.

If you feel even a minute amount of lightness, go and raise that elation to the highest degree that you could most fathom and multiply that by a thousand or so and that was last Saturday night for me. It's hard to talk about it right now. It was a good thing that I have the lines and important happenings written down this morning. I'm a geek for remembering them, but like what I told a friend, after the night is over between us - me and Voldemort - it's as if it never happened.

And it's true. Haven't heard from him today... and I'm sure I'll be forgetting about this lightness tomorrow. That's what's so bad about me... I forget about the feelings after a good night's sleep. I think I make up for this forgetfulness by the way my mind absorbs all sorts of lines and conversations that is too good to pass and not be remembered.

Pray, allow me to dwindle for another second... I confess of reading my entry almost a dozen times now just so I could tell anyone the story in bright bright detail. Good Lord. YOU should have been there so you could see how it was between me and Voldemort. Damn him. He could make me feel again.

I will keep you updated.
BUT.
Don't get your hopes up.

We were just drunk.


does the chemistry when you're drunk be possibly real?