literally. bullshit.

text me at 12:30 in the morning, while you're drunk, to rant absurdities? I dislike everything about you. The small ounce of sympathy I had left reminds me of stomping on a ketchup bottle and watching it squirt all over the wall. You're vile and not even worth these key strokes.

After tonight the visual legacy of Harry Potter is over. The last one. The ending. Soon after will come my HP tribute tattoo! Seems silly to some I suppose but Harry Potter has been a big part of my adult life. Call me nerdish but this interest turned obsession will always be around.

I'm happy. Thank you Jesus for everything you do for me. Thank you for giving me the strength to lay back down instead of escaping into an indulgent anger. The sleep was beautiful. Thank you for whoever canceled their ticket order last minute and allowed me two tickets to the midnight HP. Thank you for my wonderful, new boyfriend who already makes me feel, well, perfect. <3 love you drew.

-aliciabeth