I'm sorry for trying…
I just wanted to say good-bye to everyone… I know none of you think I'm that terrific, and I'm going to die anyway, so why not now?
I'm sorry for giving it my all.
I did my best, and I still receive flames… It's not like anyone cares, right?
I'm sorry for whining in any of my work…
I'm an arse-hole, and I deserve this…
When it happens, no one's gonna hear the cracking fall…
I'll just give you what I have so far on the third chapter. I hope it dissatisfies you completely.
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"That's mean, Malfoy," she whispered back to him, and he shrugged, as if saying, 'but it's true.'
Emma was staring absently into space, her cheeks flushed for her embarrassment, and Tom racked a hand through his platinum locks, and cleared his throat.
"Shall we go?" he asked the two, and they nodded.
"Yeah," Hermione answered, while Malfoy answered, "Whatever." Hermione nudged him in the ribs and he chuckled softly, and she glared at him.
"The Blue Dragon is a 4-star hotel, but it's ruddy cheap, if you ask me…" Tom was saying as they started following him and Emma.
"It's only fourteen galleons per person…" Emma muttered softly, and Tom nodded.
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I hope you hate me for this like everyone else… Why do you guys never review? Don't you see it's keeping me alive? I suppose you don't care… Maybe you think I'm just not a real person… Also, e-mail me or review if you have any ideas for suicide… I don't know, something's holding me back… Can someone give me my motivation to die, please? Can someone tell me how I can help the world never know I ever existed?