You always come back and bugger me and make that...that blank word document loom larger and whiter than it already is, perhaps to emphasize how my creative juices have dried up. Well, just so you know, you're one of the cruelest things to invade my system. Ever.
Writing fanfics (or poems or original short stories) is my personal stress reliever, but yes you come and add to the burden. *sniffs* I just hate you!!
Tomorrow, in our six-hour break, I hope you decide to just melt away with our library's air conditioned atmosphere. If you don't, I'll do my best to kill you--which means, I have to don't write anything at all. Which means I have to take a break. Which sucks.
But if that's the only thing that can make you go away...well, I don't have a choice. Ta-ta! :P