Lidocaine Lips

therapy. therapy. therapy.

It's fairly easy to break ones' spirit and realising that is the most frightening thing in the world.
It's fairly easy to dodge reality, you never have to confront it once if you do it right,
but what happens when partying becomes and addiction ?
What happens when your smiling mask starts to crumble and you find out there is nothing left behind it ?
What will happen when the past starts to haunt you and coke and booze just can't seem to stop it ?

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Will turn into an MCR-fic eventually. Of course. No duh.
I claim everything, just because.

[Warning; story might contain triggers of any kind.]
  1. Prologue.
    so stick these needles into your eyes, come now sit here, tell me lies.
  2. Chapitre un ; about a party.