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I am depressed. Mockingjay Part 2 was awesome, yes, but... just... no... my soul is not able to take it.
*spoiler alert*
*crying fangirl alert*
I cried four times. I usually can't cry during movies. I usually save my crying for pg 250, which I cry from laughter when I torture my friends by making references.
However, I cried once for Finnick, another for Prim, and another for Katniss almost hitting Buttercup, because I bloody love that cat. Am I going soft? Seriously.
*crying fangirl alert over*
*spoiler alert over*
Also, Hunger Games was like the first book that U got really into other than Harry Potter, like the first fandom, because I was like I don't know, 7 when I first read it and my young, innocent (snort) mind didn't process it through.
Every single Hunger Games movie, I have always been to the first show in the cinema, and like an hour early, and with a pack of chips and a large coke. This is the last. I still can't process it. It's like some great end to some massive journey, or like an end to my life.
I don't have a life purpose anymore.
Also, part of the depression is because my phone somehow deleted all my music, which is like my life. I hate that bloody Android so much, but I somehow am attached to it. It's like the first phone I've ever gotten.
(Let's just disregard the crappy Sony Xperia and the indestructible second hand phone before that)
Also, I have a bloody grade 7 test next week and I'm so nervous. Like SO nervous.
I think I might start shaking before the test. I paid a bloody 180 bucks for that shit. I'm literally paying to suffer. Seriously.
Wow. I'm so serious. Seriously, I've used this word like five times throughout this post.