This is just so fucked up.

I love them both. I want them both.

Can't have them both.

Fuck. Sabrielle keeps tellin' me ta go back ta Bridget. Don't even know if she'd take me back, no matter what Sabs keeps sayin'. And I would. I would go beg her ta take me back. But...

Where tha hell does that leave Sabs? She ain't got no one to go back too, causea me. Already hurtin' cause the one guy she loved left her. What tha hell would it do ta her if I shoved her off too?

There is not enough fuckin' whsikey in tha world right now.

Wish there was two of me. Might make this a bit easier.

Well... That went a bit better than I expected it woulda. Probably only cause he was already side tracked with that Jax stuff...

Bloody hell. I'll never get why that little imp is in tha nut house.

Damn it. Wish I knew were Bridget was. Longer she's away, longer this break up...

Fuck. I don't wanna do this. But I gotta. Even if it was just a one time thing, I couldn't stay with her after that. Wouldn't trust myself.

Damn it.

( 'If yer switchin' girls, then do it right!' [Rich, Sabrielle] )

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Bloody hell. Think our individual fuck ups and problems might actually even each other out.

Whoda thunk it.

( 'Ozzie, it's a scientific fact that a little abstinence won't kill ya.' [Sabrielle] )

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( 'What do ya call me, with what Ah did, Ozzie, if it doesn't make me a slut, or a whore?' [Sabrielle] )

First log is backdated a few days.

Don't understand this. Really don't. Not sure if I'm even s'pose ta or not. Still, what's wrong with me? If it's even a wrong thing...

Don't wanna go back. Back means problems. Back means other people. Back means life and all tha complications that comes with it.

Meant ta be. Was it? Is this stuff planned out before we're even tykes? Hurts my head ta think on it too much...

Plannin' on things. Things I hope happen. America. Europe. Just us.

Fuck. There's something definitely wrong with me.



Kill him. Kill him. Kill him. Son of a bitch. Kill him.



Sleepy. Tired. In pain.

Wanna drink. Can't drink.

Wanna smoke. Can I smoke?

Want fucking outta here...

Think I said something important. Can't remember what is was. Fucking meds.

I shouldn't wanta keep doin' this. I shouldn't wanta keep doin' this. I really, really shouldn't.

Gotta get a separate room.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Fuck.

Think this is one of those moments where people say they're never drinkin' again.

'Cept I really don't think I can blame this fully on alcohol.

Fuck.

Well. This is a turn of events, ain't it?

Dropped Sunset off in Virginia. Probably had a place there just by bein' her 'brother' but I wouldn'ta felt comfortable. Never do, in places like that.

Went back to the city real quick. Got some stuff that I doubt is gonna be replaceable or salvageable if the damn place gets blown up.

Picked up a person as well. Sabrielle. Girl Sunset's been teachin'. Girl Angie went bonkers over, too, I think.

Bloody hell, when did I become a good guy?