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Going off to Milan: I just gave up on trying to record the song I spent three months on, I'm dreading the next withdrawal from the event I'm going to see, the ending to Jessica Jones left me sad, and my period's just started. I should be looking forward to this, but I'm too worn down. Why couldn't they have held Worlds in a city my mother and sister both wanted so badly to go to some other year?
I've also got three different fic ideas plaguing me. I'll see if I have time to write all three of them out.