And then I said to leave me alone. It's my bloody journal and I can't very well private anything because I have no freaking magic. If I ever need to vent again, I'll make sure to go to a middle of a forest and start screaming bloody murder instead of bothering everyone else and maybe then something can come eat me and I can go home where things aren't so bloody difficult all the time and the people I care about most don't constantly bicker.