EDIT NUMBER TWO: "But the miracle lasted only a moment.
The heart was far too big for her.
Unable to withstand that weight,
The machine shorted and was never to move again.
However, her face was filled with smile.
She looked like an angel."

^What essentially happened to me. The virus was destroyed, but, in return, my hard drive died. RIP, dearest compy~

However, my dad did manage to rescue all my data. Unless something weird and cruel happens, I'll be okay : D

So. Bittersweet ending.

EDIT: ...Miracles do happen.

It's a bit too early to say for sure, but... I think my computer's okay. I'm on it right now, typing this (and making a million typos, LOL. Too used to my mom's now).

My dad worked over 30 hours at this stupid machine (NOT an exaggeration), and... I think it's okay now.

I mean, of course it could turn out to be a false signal--a metaphorical "calm before the storm"--but...

oh god

Maybe this story /will/ have a happy ending.

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i know no one cares

well i'm back from LA

and guess what

my computer has a virus. and not just any virus, but some super evil one that's making my computer unsalvageable (i don't care if that's not a real word). along with my hundreds of unbacked-up files.

you know how i got it?

my cousin. he plugged his fucking infected usb piece of shit into my computer, and now i've lost all my files.

i'm actually on my mom's computer right now. because mine is beyond hope

...fuck

i really feel like crying

i don't think i can come on for some time and even so i don't even know whether i want to

i

i don't know

this is the worst summer of my life