
Fangirls Grown Up
Did anyone hear Alan Rickman while they were reading this?
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Just me? K.
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I'm depressed now.
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*looks at broken pieces of my heart all over the floor*
Crap, not again.
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I think I'm gonna go curl up in a ball under the blankets for awhile.
*finally lets out sobs I've been holding in*
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*can't stop sobbing*
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*sobs times 1,000,000,000,000,000 etc.*
*le gasp*
OMG I just realized.
How will we fangirls survive when this happens to J.K.Rowling?
Rick Riordan?
Suzanne Collins?
Veronica Roth?
John Green?
James Dashner?
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I WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO LIVE WITH THE PAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*screaming not sobbing now*
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WHY AM I DOING THIS TO MYSELF?!?!?!?
*sobs again*
*sits on bed in room in the dark eating chocolate ice cream while watching "Everybody Loves Raymond" and sobbing*
NO MORE PERCY JACKSON SEQUELS OR RICK RIORDAN SERIES!
NO MORE BOOKS ABOUT HARRY'S KIDS!
NO MORE DOCTORS TIME TRAVELING IN BLUE BOXES!
WHY??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
*hyperventilates*
*throws up*
*chokes*
*has high fever*
*eyes water*
*sobs*
*throws up again from vomit stench and so much ice cream*
I'll never make it if they die.
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