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IT’S MY BIRTHDAY COME FIGHT ME!

*writes entire essay in comic sans*

I won’t be able to handle the new Percy Jackson book. During the time when I read it, I was a little chubby girl who had started puberty early enough for boys to be asking me about it. I didn’t have any friends, I was shunned, and I really felt like giving up. I turned to many of the books I had read in first grade, like Harry Potter, some of the Narnian books, and yes, Percy Jackson. I quickly became elated with other worlds, partly because mine was so dismal. Sure, my family loved me, but I didn’t love myself. After reading though, I became confident in myself and quickly made friends. Harry Potter and Chronicles of Narnia have already sadly ended (though have you heard about the new hp books? Amazing) and Percy Jackson will end tomorrow. With the end of my third (?) book fandom, I’m very sure that the last book will cause me to breakdown, and I don’t want that to happen. I do want to thank Uncle Rick though, for making my life amazing and hell at the same time. I can’t wait for his new Norse series, yet I will always stand by Percy Jackson and the Great Seven. But seriously, no cliffhangers. Please.

Dear metabolism, please get faster you're boring me.