R.I.P BABY.
Look, I don't see what's so funny. My guitar died. It's sad. It died a good death though. Smashed over a git's head. But it hurts me, it does. It hurts me in my heart. The death of Professor Sprout is hard as well. I also heard that Goldstein's gone too. Cho didn't take that well.
Cho understands me. Even though she's laughing at me now. Which reminds me, thanks Edgecombe for writing to Cho's parents because their owl just arrived. I read it to Cho earlier. Made her cry, but she didn't really know because ... and then I told her and she started crying again. She's been crying a lot anyway. I guess it's alright that she's laughing at the DEATH OF MY BEAUTIFUL BABY, yes, that's right, Cho.
Susan, if you want to talk to someone, I'm here. You too, Ernie. Though I haven't seen you for a while. And Justin, get your backside off my bed. Go sit on Cho's. Bug her.
Cho understands me. Even though she's laughing at me now. Which reminds me, thanks Edgecombe for writing to Cho's parents because their owl just arrived. I read it to Cho earlier. Made her cry, but she didn't really know because ... and then I told her and she started crying again. She's been crying a lot anyway. I guess it's alright that she's laughing at the DEATH OF MY BEAUTIFUL BABY, yes, that's right, Cho.
Susan, if you want to talk to someone, I'm here. You too, Ernie. Though I haven't seen you for a while. And Justin, get your backside off my bed. Go sit on Cho's. Bug her.