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So yesterday, I hid under the sheets as much as possible. Didn't care what but I wasn't getting up.

No way I was going.

I reckoned it was about quite late already, but I wasn't getting up if it meant I was early enough to go to that chapel.

They're not taking me alive.

So I stayed in my bed until my father came in, pounding on the door.

'Come on! You'll be late.'

No...
If it was any time in the hour of nine, my day was eternally damned to be screwed.

'It's already ten o'clock! Wake up!'

Before I bounded out of the sheets, I ducked under the duvet to hide a smile.

Of joy.

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AKLJDKFLJKLJZKLEJJFEIOWSJFJIODJOZS.

The choruses of AMVs are the worsssst >:


Good thing I got PATT to cheer me up!



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Now I know what is the charm behind all those AU fics.

The innocent Raito is damn fucking epic, you hate to see the inevietable.

Believe me, he wasn't the only one screaming when those perfectly manicured fingers touched the Note.

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If I do eventually get eternal bliss, though, what will it be like?

a part of me still wants the divinity Elizabeth describes (and maybe only because she described it), a part of me has decided cemently what my definition of eternal bliss is.

It's to indulge myself in all ways possible as much as possible in the pairing I so fanatically love.

And that's only because I can't be in that pairing myself.


A part of me is also scared at the mentalness of this. I've become so infatuated with them that the fact that they barely even exist hardly crosses my mind at all.

...This must be what Christians think God is like...

but back to business;. YES, mr.sceptical part of me, I KNOW I'm fucking insane, I KNOW even BB has more sense than me, I KNOW I am a hypocrite and that there are so many things wrong with me, I KNOW that I think this might is all going to spiral out of control and out of my hands, and I KNOW you are just trying to help.

But as the saying goes...


I don't suffer from insanity; I enjoy every minute of it.



So the only way you can help, darling, is fetch me my copy of Physics and Chemistry to indulge in. Screw the chocolate.