| 10:00a |
[Private to Self]
My grandpa is gone.
My father is here, but he's still not right. He's not right for anyone. Not Albus. Not me. Not my mum. But it's not his fault at all. No one can blame him.
My friend is here, but I don't know how to be happy. I'm trying, but I just feel... empty. I'm sure that'll be disappointing.
Myrtle doesn't want to be with us anymore. She thinks I only love her because of Draco. My little sister... that's how I feel... but it doesn't matter. No one wants to listen. I doubt she'd listen.
Albus is.... almost a wreck. Like me. So is half of the village. How do people do this? How can I do this? Why do we do it? To avoid death back home? Sadness? Being alone? Don't we have all that here, except almost stronger? Having to build everything up all over again?
If he comes back... he won't remember me. I don't want to start over. I don't know how.
When does it all become worth it? Does it ever?
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Mum, don't panic when I'm not at the Manor, okay? I just need to be alone. |