I'd like to fucking Avada Kedavra fucking J.K. Rowling!!!
Goddammit! My shit just got so fucked up from finishing that shit. I can't even handle it. Fuck. If she doesn't stop writing shit that is one huge, massive, mind-blowing exercise in despair, I don't know what i'm going to do. Seriously, there'd better be some fucking stars and smiley faces and rainbows in this last book or I'm going to die. I am completely slain right now. I can't sleep for the inescapable need to wallow in my current pit of despair. Yeah, it's just a book, but DAMN.