My ambitions are shattered; my hopes and dreams are eternally crushed.
You killed "that most important person" off, you spiteful, heartless, yet blatantly-trustworthy and talented author.
How I despise my existence.
This is worse than Sirius.
Seriously.
(Oh, you knew that was coming...Get over it.)
Sunday, July 17, 2005
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