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It feels like something's about to happen, but I don't know what. It feels like things are building up. My shoulder's stopped hurting but does that have anything to do with it? The ticking, the weird letters, even the harpies and the barrier. Everyone says things can change in a year, but last summer and this summer seem to be on the same track so far. Nothing good happened this time last year. Not to me, anyway. Who's to say this year will be any different?
... I can't believe that much time's passed.
That curse the other day was like everyone had the Imperius Curse cast on them. Thank Merlin Tom's been gone for a while, now; and Bellatrix, too. I can't imagine what they would've done if they were around for that. ... I keep telling myself that I can't have everything remind me of the war or I'll go mad, but on days like that or times like these, I can't help it. I've been here too long and I haven't been back in ages. Of course I can't help but think about what I should be doing instead of living here.
And now Hermione's turned up, too. She isn't meant to be here, either. None of us are. What if the others come too? What if Ron comes back, or Harry? Those three never stay separated for long. What about me? Aren't I enough, City? I don't know what I'd we'd do, then.
I haven't written like this in a long time. I remember why I stopped. It reminds me of the diary. I don't know why I've started again. Maybe because it feels like there's nowhere else to say all this. I wish flying more helped as much as I claim it does. I mean, it used to, but it's awful to be out in the forest or beach alone now that it's so quiet. Stupid, though. Feeling like a bit of silence around here is a bad thing. Maybe we're over-thinking it. I hope we are.
Still, flying is better than doing this. It really is too much like the diary.
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Alright, City.
I asked this question last summer, and I figured I might as well get a head start this year. After all, it is getting into the season, and I reckon it's the best time to try some new things. And given that a load of weird stuff has been happening lately, may as well try to focus on the positive for however long as we can.
So-hobbies? I suppose a better question would be: what are your favourite things to do when the weather's nice like this?
And for anyone that knows me, no, I'm not giving up on flying. Don't you dare suggest such a terrible thing.
It feels like something's about to happen, but I don't know what. It feels like things are building up. My shoulder's stopped hurting but does that have anything to do with it? The ticking, the weird letters, even the harpies and the barrier. Everyone says things can change in a year, but last summer and this summer seem to be on the same track so far. Nothing good happened this time last year. Not to me, anyway. Who's to say this year will be any different?
... I can't believe that much time's passed.
That curse the other day was like everyone had the Imperius Curse cast on them. Thank Merlin Tom's been gone for a while, now; and Bellatrix, too. I can't imagine what they would've done if they were around for that. ... I keep telling myself that I can't have everything remind me of the war or I'll go mad, but on days like that or times like these, I can't help it. I've been here too long and I haven't been back in ages. Of course I can't help but think about what I should be doing instead of living here.
And now Hermione's turned up, too. She isn't meant to be here, either. None of us are. What if the others come too? What if Ron comes back, or Harry? Those three never stay separated for long. What about me? Aren't I enough, City? I don't know what I'd we'd do, then.
I haven't written like this in a long time. I remember why I stopped. It reminds me of the diary. I don't know why I've started again. Maybe because it feels like there's nowhere else to say all this. I wish flying more helped as much as I claim it does. I mean, it used to, but it's awful to be out in the forest or beach alone now that it's so quiet. Stupid, though. Feeling like a bit of silence around here is a bad thing. Maybe we're over-thinking it. I hope we are.
Still, flying is better than doing this. It really is too much like the diary.
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Alright, City.
I asked this question last summer, and I figured I might as well get a head start this year. After all, it is getting into the season, and I reckon it's the best time to try some new things. And given that a load of weird stuff has been happening lately, may as well try to focus on the positive for however long as we can.
So-hobbies? I suppose a better question would be: what are your favourite things to do when the weather's nice like this?
And for anyone that knows me, no, I'm not giving up on flying. Don't you dare suggest such a terrible thing.