What the hell? Why are there people still reading my stories... I'm seventeen now and I was fourteen when I wrote that crappy shit!!!!! AHHHH!

OMG, If I EVER update again my HP fic, it would be about ten bazillion times better than it was back then. Plus there are gaping holes in my fic. Dumbledoors DEAD now. I didn't anticipate Ron and Hermione being luvey dovey so I made Harry and Hermione married. I MEAN DUDES.

Sorry. I just stopped by to look at my old crap and I saw reviewers were still begging for me to write more, and now I'm like, a high schooler looking back at my middle school shit and the creepy crud I was into then (vampires, werewolves, demons... ugh) now I'm a different person and I'm guilting out cause there are people who are waiting for me to write more. Damn. It jus sucks.

Maybe I'll invite someone else to continue it, as like, a ghost writer. Like the Nancy Drew Series.

Or NOT.

Fucking tiger.