Fire.

Here's something that's been on my mind lately. I hate the remix, but the song is business. Just wanted to share. Take it as you like. I don't care. Just don't play with me, because... well, it really should be obvious.

Birthday.

You are free to pretend I feel thankful for all this attention.

I thought there's no way it could ever get worse, before I saw this:

I'm not laughing. The noice you hear is me trying to asphyxiate my wailing because I feel as if my eyes just burned blind. I'd take Cruciatus anyday.

Happy New Year you morons!

I don't want to be rude, but after posting poems and stuff I feel I need to remind you that I'm not a nice and romantic softie but a hard, severe and... well, look at the picture.