~Broken Down or Exactly four Hours and two Minutes After~
Remus Lupin sits there, stranded in the middle of an apartment full of too many memories and listens to the sounds of John singing something about blackbirds, which he feels is rather ironic, isn't it? The smells of old take-out and stale cigarettes underline, really, why he isn't missing out on anything because after all, he tells himself, Sirius Black is too much trouble for anyone, even a werewolf. Better off, he whispers and spends far too much time trying to convince himself that he was not in love.
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Gah. Okay. Gahhhhhh. Major writers block for the longest time. ...For the longest tiiiimmmmeeee... Anyways. I've been trying to write some 4/10 for my darling spaz of a soulmate and it has died. Died, I say. Also, I wrote some Pirate slash a while ago and well-
*Sigh*
On a good note, school is almost out. I feel a little bit like jumping out the nearest window every time I think about another paper. Why, Mrs. B, why?
Till summer!
Current Mood: 
contemplative
Current Music: Eleanor Rigby- The Beatles