Life sucks sometimes. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. There's nothing to do about it, and you're stuck with it for a long, long time. At least, until you die, but, who the hell wants to talk about that? Death...man, that must be shitty. Having lived a fulfilling life is amazing, but when that ends... I wouldn't have minded though. But, I didn't really have a choice, It just comes and goes, life that is. I'm not really a girl of faith, so I didn't have a chance to meet Him. But, from reliable sources, I've heard that he is a pretty nice guy. Really forgiving, but has a cruel side. Everyone's like that. I mean, when you're the creator of an entire universe, you're bound to have some sick thoughts come to mind. But, then again, I would'nt know.

''Phoebe...''

Sometimes when I dream, I dream about a world before all this. Before all of this nonsense happened, a happier time of friends, family and food. Yeah, food. The three F's I like to call them, the three things that are absolutely necessary to life a good life. Well, to an extent. There are some people that can live a happy life without one or two of the F's. A damn high number of people, now that I think about it. And there are even some people who can live without any of them! Those are some real Menschen. People who can live their lives, knowing that they won't be able to live it properly, but still do.

''Hey, Phoebe, mate..."

Of course some things aren't as bad as others. Being with friends always feels nice, just hangin' out, talking, eating candy and chips...my thoughts are really weird... Well, anyway, not everything about life sucks. I'd be depressed if I thought everything did, and I really, reaaallly don't like being depressed. I do like having long monologues that don't seem to make any sense at all, just random words placed after eachother. (Yeah, I'm lampshading something within the story! Take that tropers!) Nitwit, blubber, oddment, Tweak... At least that's what Dumbledore said first year.

A low, monotone voice interrupted my train of thought: ''Miss MacElroy...''

I looked up. I saw the clean shaven, stern face of Professor Severus Snape, looking disappointed at me, as usual. His sarcastic words had already burned a good-sized hole in my soul, which started when we first met.

In my most Scottiest Scottish accent I could think of, I said:

''Whit is i', Professur?''

He looked at me, aghast, at my sudden outburst of Highlandic proportions.

''...get back to work.''

As Snape walked away, my friend Dominic next to me, tapped me on the shoulder and whispered:

''Dude, Phoebe, what got into you? You were just staring out into oblivion for over half an hour! I tried to warn you several times before, but Snape was- OH GOD DAMMIT PHOEBE!''

Have you ever noticed when things are at its worse, things will eventually stop getting any better? I have seen these things happen before, but nevertheless will it ever get any-

''Professor, she's doing it again!''

Hey everybody, I was just trying this little thing here out! I think it's self-insert or something, and this is pretty much a parody of one. If you want to see more of this, please review or PM me!