I've never liked roller coasters, so I've never ridden one. At least I thought I never did. But Cassandra Clare and her books have made me realize that I have. S e v e r a l t i m e s. The 'fun', emotional kind that doesn't affect you physically but is therefore way, way worse. Y'know, how everything seems to be going up, up, up and then suddenly goes plunging down bcos duh, roller coaster. And then when you think you've reached rock bottom already, you think, 'things are bound to go up now, right?' But it turns out, there's an even deeper fall. Aaaahkdsjfhd Isn't reading fun, ladies and gentlemen?