I Wish - Blink 182

I Miss You

Hello there
The angel from my nightmare
The shadow in the background of the morgue
The unsuspecting victim
Of darkness in the valley
We can live like Jack and Sally if you want -
Where you can always find me
And we'll have Halloween on Christmas
And in the night we'll wish this never ends
We'll wish this never ends...

Where are you
And I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always,
This sick strange darkness
Comes creeping on so haunting everytime
And as I stared I counted
The webs from all the spiders
Catching things and eating their insides
Like indecision to call you
And hear your voice of treason,
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight?
Stop this pain tonight....

- Blink 182

Glycerine - Bush

Glycerine

Must be your skin I'm sinking in
Must be for real 'cause now I can feel
And I didn't mind it's not my kind
It's not my time to wonder why
Everything's gone white
And everything's grey
Now you're here - now you're away
I don't want this, remember that
I'll never forget where you're at
Don't let the days go by
Glycerine

I'm never alone
I'm alone all the time
Are you at one
Or do you lie
We live in a wheel
Where everyone steals
But when we rise
it's like strawberry fields

If I treated you bad
You bruise my face
Couldn't love you more
You got a beautiful taste

Don't let the days go by
Could have been easier on you
I couldn't change though I wanted to
Should have been easier by three
Our old friend fear and you and me
Glycerine, glycerine
Don't let the days go by
Glycerine,
Don't let the days go by
Glycerine, glycerine

Bad moon white again
Bad moon white again
As she falls around me

I needed you more
When we wanted us less
I could not kiss just regress
It might just be
Clear simple and plain
That's just fine
That's just one of my names
Don't let the days go by
Could have been easier on you
Glycerine, glycerine, glycerine

- Bush

Link to Bina on fanficiton.net - sequel to The Very Secret Diary

Bina is now up on fanfiction.net, making me the author of four stories.  *cheers*

Go review, please.  Right now I have zero.

Sequel to The Very Secret Diary, by Arabella herself: Disenchanted Also...an incredibly real account of both Sirius's Prank and the night in the third book, when he was locked up in Flitwick's office. By the brilliant, brilliant Arabella, I present to you Down from the Tree: Consequences.

It inspired me as almost no story has ever done. I'm going to write a story tonight where everyone dies. Title shall be If Sirius Had Won.

Am going back to see my exact details of my own version of Sirius's Prank, and it has inspired me with such a loathing of my story as rarely have I felt before. Such a loathing that I immediately pulled out the chapter and am making minor corrections, though the real corrections needed are major. Well, the ideal is to simply copy and paste Disenchanted. But I will not. Oh, God, that story is brilliant though, and makes mine look so stupid.

Loathing nightmare story

It is not a good idea to plan a one-shot while re-reading and loathing one's story.  But it is loathable.  And this was supposed to be one of my Great Scenes!  How I butchered it.  Can I even give myself the condolence that I recognized the bad potential -

No.  Story is stupid.  Am bad writer.  Ought to give up now and become Metro bus driver.

...after I write this one-shot.  (All notes will be written in private entry.)

Only part I do like is David's speech.

It was a few minutes before Sirius found his voice, and then he just swore again weakly, sitting down on the windowsill.  “David – I didn’t know you would go after him, I – I didn’t think-“

David whirled; the bowl crashed to the floor.  “No, you didn’t think! You never do! Both of us could have been killed – you didn’t think of that, did you? And what was that? You didn’t think we’d go and try to stop him? You thought we’d just let Snape be killed, then? And what if we had – what if you got your wish and Snape had been killed? Then there would have been the jolly business of telling Remus he’s a murderer, that he’s finally realized his worst fear, and, just as a plus, one of his best friends set him up to do it.  But he’ll take it well, I’m sure, he’ll only fucking KILL HIMSELF!  God damn you, you-“

But rage had burned away David’s vocabulary, and he stood there, shaking.

*kicks the immediate lines after it*

And the ones before it.  Did I even notice I blatantly contradict David's speech when they're walking back to the Whomping Willow? 

Only one future for Lavinia, and that is bus driver.