8-10-17
I swear, I didn't mean for this to have parts!
Anyway, I'm writing the first draft of a book right now, and I just killed the main character's brother. And then she's laughing only hours after, all because she's remembering his dad jokes. Am I a monster? I'm a monster.
Plus, this is only the beginning. *cue evil laughter* ALL YOUR LOVED ONES SHALL DIE, RAVENNA! ALL OF THEM!
Ahem. Where was I? I dunno. Maybe the fact that I enjoy inflicting pain on my creations. Don't ask me why, I have no idea. It just happens.
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