... *deep sigh* okay, since this is, in fact, the internet, a place where one is free to (almost) anonymously rant about the trials and tribulations of life, I have some stuff to get off my chest.

... Life... Is tough.

Well? Anyone know?
*sigh* I'm not used to this. I'm not... good, at this. The truth is I, err, "like" someone (please forgive how tragically adolescent that sounds). And, well... It's not like I've never felt this way before, but usually I ignore it and the feeling just... Goes away. It would be so much simpler if it would just go away.

Ugh... And as if I'm not hating myself enough, I'm convinced, by this point, that my attraction is just another desperate form of my old self-destruction; I mean, I wouldn't choose me. Why would she?
In short? She wouldn't. And that's not self-pity. I just have to will myself, gradually, to accept that fact. :/

...
Oh, and Dumbledore's gay.
So called that one.