My Drug (it's not your love)

Some people are addicted to Twitter, some to Gossip Girl, and some to actual drugs. What am I addicted to? Harry Potter fan pages.

I can literally spend hours looking at their posts, pictures, and memes. I love and repost, spamming my friend's Facebook feeds, things like this:

See? It doesn't even rhyme properly! But I love it so much. SO MUCH.

I was the girl crying through the epilogue of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2, not because Ron was so fat, but because it was OVER. There are no more Harry Potter movies to look forward to.

Excuse me while I reapply my mascara.

Seriously. I scroll through the fan pages just to relive the excitement that is Harry Potter.  It's like reliving the good times by flipping through old pictures, but mine are full of wands and Weasleys. And then when I finally log out of Facebook, I am depressed because there will never be another Harry Potter book or movie. 

And then I go on Pinterest and repin things like this onto my wish list:

SIGH. It's like Winnie the Pooh said: "Can't we go back to the beginning and do it all over again?" (paraphrased; I'm too lazy to go find the actual quote)

So, if you need me, check Facebook. I'm the one tearing up over letters from George to Fred about Molly slipping up on their names again.

Or I'll be swooning over the cuteness of Harry holding baby Teddy, screaming "THIS is why you read the books!" in my head.

My name is Megan.

My addiction is Harry Potter fan pages.

Admitting you have a problem is the first step to recovery, right?