drunken confession // @scvrpionsâ [ stella ]Â
đť+ â who are you, really ? â // felixÂ
what a fucking question. were he sober, the answer would be felix geller --- a not particularly clever avoidance of the questionâs implications. but with a little (or maybe a lot) of booze and a few unmentionables in his system, this question cannot go unanswered, no matter how much he may regret it after the warm buzz in his head has settled to a dull and throbbing headache.Â
âWho a-am I?â he lets out a heaving sigh as he tries to gather the racing thoughts. there are so many funny ways he could respond, but every half-formed punchline evades him for a much less lighthearted answer. his tongue, loose with vodka, works against him.
â---I-Iâm a failu--re of a wr--iter. Everyo--one Iâve ev--er loved has di--ed in fro--ront of me. I ca--anât keep my l-lights on. I canât st---op do--ing drugs----âÂ
â----Sorry, th--at was t--oo much, wasnât i-t?â












