A regular muggle living in an all to muggle-world, a little part of me died when I realised I'd never get to go to Hogwarts. I want to be 11 again. But it's too late, cause Severus Snape's already dead. So is Michael Jackson. Why am I always just a little too late? The name's Nisha. Welcome to my world.

Screw that, life hurts. I mean come on, sometimes when you face something, you know that it's bad and it's gonna bite your ass in the end. But you wanna know anyways, out of pure curiousity.
My point is, if you know that someone hates your motherbleepin' guts, why read that person's blog? You're bound to find something hurtful or *ehem* offensive.
Humans make me lol.
Curiousity killed the cat, honey.