The Untimely Confusion of a Random Blogger

A writer without a story to write,
a poet without a sonnet to recite...
A little bit of everything, and a little less than nothing....

Open RP: Jump In.

Lovina took a swig of wine from the bottle. She had been drinking lately, maybe a little more than was healthy, but she didn’t care. With a groan she laboriously rose to her feet and into the bathroom to throw up. When she did, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her face was pale as paper, and the dark circles under her eyes stood out like a raccoon’s. Her waist length hair was knotted and messy, and her characteristic headband was nowhere to be found.

"The fuck is wrong with me." she said to her reflection not expecting a response. With another groan she headed back to her bed, where she curled up into a ball and wished for sleep.