Today has been quite tiresome for me, I have many things, it seem, that demand time from my already busy mind, though I will endeavor to have a small meeting with each particular strain of thought and put it to rest, or at least to what I hope will be a short nap.
I cannot quite believe what the readings said. For they spoke of someone drawing these dreams from my soul. I do entreat them to leave of their own free will, for I will have none of this love people like Hermione speak of. Love is not timeless or unbreakable, I saw my own mother's heart shatter like a clay pigeon. I find this whole concept quite shoddy. This man, I will know him on meeting, though I may already know him. How wretched. I do believe I might hate a person like that. That he can leave me so . . . unfinished, is quite rude indeed. Prat and cad, that is all I have to say of his character.
I do believe a trip to park will do me well.
L.M.T. Lovegood