So i got up from my bed, stepped on my bag and there was a pen in it sticking up and it stabbed through my skin and it's deep. :/ Grand.

I was going to start the sixth Harry Potter book right now, but I still have to grieve Sirius's death. I can't believe he died. I mean... I know he died. I know it. It's just so sad. And I know Dumbledore will probably die in the sixth book, since I know he dies.



So...I'll start it tomorrow. Psssst. Harry Potter will kill me in the end. It makes me cry, laugh, and smile.

How is it possible that a book makes me feel so much?

On the fourth day, I finished the 870 page book. I loved every word of it. Okay, maybe not Sirius death. I did not want him to die.

I almost cried as I read that scene. I knew it was coming, as an ex friend had already spoiled that to me when I was on the third book, but still I did not want it to be so! oh, Sirius, why. Oh, why.

I read that scene when I was in Algebra 2 class. So I guess, you can assume that I had to keep my tears to a minimum or...

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