No shit, Sherlock.

[honoumiko]

You're an Angst writer!


What kind of writer are you?
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Hmm....
Tom stormed over to the Slytherin common room. No one was there; everyone else was in class. He slammed his fist down on the glass coffee table, causing it to break and cut the side of his hand. He paid no heed. He took a glass and threw it at the wall, shattering it. His blood dripped steadily onto the floor unnoticed, and he kicked the broken coffee table and hurled a small pewter figurine at the shards of glass. His screams echoed through the empty hallways, and he sat down on a hard chair and finally cried.

Huh??? THAT'S NOT ANGST!!
lol
(he's fourteen there)