Soooo.... now I'm upset.... AGAIN...! Because one of my favorite authors committed suicide. FOR THE FOURTH FREAKING TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm not going to say who it is, because the person who told the views of that book by writing a new chapter on it wishes to keep it a secret. I'm just going to say a poem that fits with my mood right now.....

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet,
Just like you.

But the auger bowls empty
The roses have wilted
And my wrists are stained red.

So. Yeah. Again, I'm sorry I can't tell you who it is, because it's wished to be kept a secret. Anyways, Cya Guys Later.