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.