Denny Duquette died on Grey's Anatomy. I can't believe it. I cried so much.

I can't believe I'm never going to see Jeffrey Dean Morgan on Grey's Anatomy again. I think Denny Dequette is just the kind of man I'd like to be with. And I think I am going to start watching Supernatural, since I need to see Jeffrey Dean Morgan again, and die happy. But I'm so scared of scary things.

Oh my god, Denny died. I think I'm going to cry again. My pathetic soul is listening to Chasing Cars and mourning.



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I've always hoped for some kind of tragic romance to happen to me. Like maybe something like that comes around, and he has to die.

I am so fucking screwed. And a sadist towards myself.

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