SPOILER WARNING!
IF YOU HAVEN'T FINISHED DEATH NOTE, DO NOT READ THIS JOURNAL.

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Aren't birthdays supposed to be fun? Well, today is my birthday, and it's the best one I've had yet. We went out to lunch, I got totally fucking AWESOME clothes and a whole bunch of other crap, and we had chocolate cake! ZOMG! Well, anyway, the presents were pretty kewl, but then, my mom gave me this blue bag with all of the death note volumes in it!!! I was so. fucking. happy. I've been reading it online and my internet recently decided to be a $#@&%*@W$#-ing ^#$$^%, so I haven't been reading it lately. I started reading them right away, of course. I was only on about volume six...
AND THEN I READ VOLUME SEVEN. L DROPPED HIS SPOON.
HE
DROPPED
HIS
FUCKING
SPOON.
I swear, I am so depressed. So utterly, utterly depressed. And on my birthday, too. I knew that L was going to die (my friends SUCK with spoilers), but it still didn't help. I mean...his....SPOON!
*sob*
I'm so sad. My birthday has been ruined.

And afterwards, I was like, pale and shaking for an hour or two...or five, but whatever. My church group kept asking me if I was okay because I was being really quite and kept shivering.
(Yeah, I know I have no life. So sue me.)

This WAS my best birthday so far. And then Rem had to ruin it.