You can pretend the movies aren't over. You can pretend Pottermore is going to satisfy your craving for another new adventure in the wizarding world. You can pretend that being a Muggle is awesome. But deep down... you know you're just lying to yourself.
You're done pretending that there's any hope for new content. Your emotions channel themselves into a bitter, fiery rage that only a sea of new HP books could douse. A sea that will never come to shore.
Fan Fiction? Desperate letters to J.K. Rowling? Witty blog posts? Can any of these things give me that happy Harry feeling again? Please? PLEASE??! I'll do ANYTHING!
It's.... it's really over, isn't it.... :(
Unfortunately, there will be no witty image for Acceptance, as I'm very much still in the "Depression" stage. I can tell you that, in order to move to this final step and get on with life, I plan to see the movie again this Friday. I plan to sob hysterically and be judged by children and adults alike. It's a risky move, as it could very well propel me back to the beginning of the grieving/PPDS steps.... but I'm willing to take the risk.
By the by: the weather radar is boring as shit these days, thanks to yet another brutal summer drought. So I hope y'all are digging these non-weather-related posts.