It's done. Mother of God, it's done. Finished.
There's no more My Immortal to edit/shout at Liv to edit.
I could continue using synonyms for 'holy shit I never have to look at My Immortal again', but I'm not gonna do that.
Thanks for sticking with us the whole way through this catastrophe.
I'm gonna go have a cigarette, do some shots and forget this was ever a thing I did with my life.
-Light.
