Post by Annika Cristiano on May 26, 2011 14:13:35 GMT -5
Read this and I am going to stab you in the eye with a quill and twist it around until your brains ooze out. And that's just the start.
Dear journal/diary/blah..
My life sucks. Sucks. S-U-C-K-S. Why?
Well, for starters I am totally failing charms. So, my dream of becoming an Auror someday is out the fricking window. Why, oh why, does Charms have to be so hard? So many incantations, and wrist movements and--eurgh. Why can't it be like potions? A simple list of ingredients and what to do with them clearly written down. Argh!
Secondly, I am sick. Sick! And not just one of those take-this-potion-at-night-and-don't-exhert-yourself sick. One of the you're-quarantined-in-the-hospital-wing-till-we-can-shift-you-to-Mungo's. I mean what the hell is that?
The nice healer lady (who's name I do not know...No, Mummy's voice in my head, I have not forgotten how to be a nice lady..I was busy vomiting my guts out) ran away to tell Professor O'Malley and Madam James and I'm left here, in serious pain and a confused thought.
Do you (rhetorical question...you can't think for yourself, journal....now I'm talking to inanimate objects..wow) know what it feels like when everything points in one direction and you know the answer but can't remember?
I have that feeling now. I know what's wrong with me but can't put a finger on it. I am seriously missing something.
And, well...day after tomorrow is when...you know..it happened. It's his death anniversary and I have to have to have to be down near the Black Lake. You know the whole ritual with the letter writing and ring burying and all.
I can still see it in my head..the blood and all the..
And I can't even talk to anybody because nobody knows Papa died like that.
Well, one person knows...but no, I'm not talking to Kale. Yuck. I hate him.
I miss talking to him. He was a nice friend.
But, he's the only one I can talk, I could talk, I should...
No. Nobody to talk to.
Where has that healer lady gone to???
Annika
Dear journal/diary/blah..
My life sucks. Sucks. S-U-C-K-S. Why?
Well, for starters I am totally failing charms. So, my dream of becoming an Auror someday is out the fricking window. Why, oh why, does Charms have to be so hard? So many incantations, and wrist movements and--eurgh. Why can't it be like potions? A simple list of ingredients and what to do with them clearly written down. Argh!
Secondly, I am sick. Sick! And not just one of those take-this-potion-at-night-and-don't-exhert-yourself sick. One of the you're-quarantined-in-the-hospital-wing-till-we-can-shift-you-to-Mungo's. I mean what the hell is that?
The nice healer lady (who's name I do not know...No, Mummy's voice in my head, I have not forgotten how to be a nice lady..I was busy vomiting my guts out) ran away to tell Professor O'Malley and Madam James and I'm left here, in serious pain and a confused thought.
Do you (rhetorical question...you can't think for yourself, journal....now I'm talking to inanimate objects..wow) know what it feels like when everything points in one direction and you know the answer but can't remember?
I have that feeling now. I know what's wrong with me but can't put a finger on it. I am seriously missing something.
And, well...day after tomorrow is when...you know..it happened. It's his death anniversary and I have to have to have to be down near the Black Lake. You know the whole ritual with the letter writing and ring burying and all.
And I can't even talk to anybody because nobody knows Papa died like that.
Well, one person knows...but no, I'm not talking to Kale. Yuck. I hate him.
No. Nobody to talk to.
Where has that healer lady gone to???
Annika
