Every single fucking day for the past decade, harry potter has been my anchor. Real life feels foreign to me sometimes. I feel disconnected from everything around me. But the world of Hogwarts and magic and unicorns and dark wizards feels like home. The little boy with the messy hair and the round glasses and the lightning shaped scar means the world to me, I love him so much and it hurts to admit to myself that he isn’t real. There is nothing in this entire world I love more than Harry Potter and there may never be. I don’t know what my life would be without harry potter or if I would even have a life without it. Without him. Without the golden trio and the fights and the potions lessons and everything that has made this world so important to me. I don’t want to sound too whiny but I haven’t had the easiest life. I hate myself. I hate myself more than I have ever felt it was possible to hate anyone. But harry potter makes me feel safe. Makes me feel like I am worth something. Makes me feel like I have a reason to be alive. So never ever tell me that I don’t love harry potter and that i’m making shit up.
Someone here needs to get a life, and it’s the person who’s sending silly messages to strangers on the internet for fun (?).