iduguphergrave
my crush is crush is crush is crush. you were supposed to read the preceding line to the tune of "Your kiss." that may not be the actual title of the song. I forget who it's by.
Where is my smile? it's gone. I want to know who took it, actually i just want to be able to ask that, but I know the truth: no one took it. No one takes your happiness. You generate it. the truth it, i have trouble generating it. No, I can generate it; i just have trouble maintaining it.
My magic wand. My wonderstick. My everything. What is a witch or wizard without it? NOTHING! So it only stands to reason that the more I have, the more powerful I'll be. And what is the way to get them? Only one way, but of course other wizards won't just give them to you. I have to take them.
I wondered if this was it. If this was the end. My blood was pouring out of be or was that wishful thinking. No. There is no blood. What's going on? Isn't this the end? It feels so much like it. Or maybe THAT'S wishful thinking. I just don't know anymore. I just don't.
The bees were coming. The bees were coming. Coming to sting me. Sting my goddamn eyes out. I want them to kill me. Their stingers are giant and they'll go right through my disgusting huge stomach. Thank god. They're coming. Coming whether I like it or not. May as well like it.