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[forever_cannons]

I hate black eyes.

I hate being useless.

I hate my Sight.

I hate everything.

And I really, really, really, really hate knowing something that makes no sense.

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[the_boy_who]

Look, I'm sorry I hit you.

You really just need to learn when to shut up sometimes though, Ron.

[forever_cannons]

Yeah, and I'm not the only one.

[the_boy_who]

Okay, you try being me for a day and see how optimistic you can be, right? Just try it. I don't LIKE feeling like this but what the hell do you expect? My life has been crap. It's always crap. It never gets any better and when it does it just gets crap again. Someone dies or something gets attacked or whatever. Someone lies to me, people are ALWAYS bloody lying to me and I am really fucking sick of it. So yeah, you try feeling like that even one day and then maybe you'll understand that after sixteen YEARS I can't be so cheerful about things. I don't know HOW. And every time I AM cheerful something HAPPENS.

I'm afraid if I hope for something it will never happen or something even worse will happen. Don't you understand that?

[forever_cannons]

Yeah. I'll be you for a day, and hit my best mate for just trying to hope that maybe things will end up being better than they are right now. Since right now they bloody REEK.

But right, I don't understand how hard it is for you. Probably shouldn't even try to help. Only have two eyes after all.

[purepansy]

I don't suppose you'd want me to put a cold steak on your eye?

[forever_cannons]

I want her to wake up.

[purepansy]

And I want him back.

[forever_cannons]

She has to wake up, Pansy. I know they don't and I don't care she has to wake up.

Why won't she wake up?