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[little_miss_g]

I haven't heard from mum or dad as to what our holiday plans are. I think we're goin home. Ron, have you heard anything?

It's bloody cold out. I don't like when it's cold. I always feel so bulky in the winter time, mostly because I've got 3 other layers on.

And I've yet to find a personal passion. In a family the size of mine, is there

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[no_bloody_pixie]

It's bloody cold out. I don't like when it's cold. I always feel so bulky in the winter time, mostly because I've got 3 other layers on.

No one cares, Weaslette.

[little_miss_g]

Then don't read it. Simple as that.

[no_bloody_pixie]

Or you could not write it. Do you think anyone cares, Weaslette? I'm fucking sure even your most dear friends don't give a flying fuck about your jumpers.

[little_miss_g]

Really, if you're picking apart what I write in my journal then you have too much time on your hands. I don't care who gives a leap about what I write. I don't care who chooses to read it. But if you chose to read it, don't get upset with me because you didn't like it. I know it's a lot to understand for your tiny mind, but really it's your own fault for reading anything that has appeared under my name. That's your warning that I was the one who wrote it. It's your change to close your little book, and ignore me.