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I'm over him.
... I'm not over him. I try to be, but every time I see him in class, or the halls. I look away, but sometimes I see him looking at me before he turns back to his friends. He -
This is so silly. I'm going to be over him. I'm going to be. There's no reason that I shouldn't. I should just get over him. Right now.
There. That wasn't so hard. Done and done.
Well, maybe not. But I'm going to at least act like it. I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me wince every time we accidentally make eye contact, or stare at my shoelaces instead of where I'm going because he's passing by in the opposite direction. I'm just another notch on the headboard to him? Well, he'll be just another one to me. That's not to say that I'm going to become a hussy.
But he'll wish that he hadn't been so horrible to me. That we could have another chance.
The sad thing is, I would. I'd probably take him back in a half a heartbeat. I don't know why I love him, but I do. I just do. The number of times I've cried over - No. That's what this is about. No more tears. Strong Madison all the way. I don't need him. There are plenty of other options for me. He'll see.
He doesn't need to know that, though. And he can have his stupid jumper back. It's ugly anyway.
I loved it.
Strong. Happy. He'll rue the day he ever did that to me. I miss him.
[Enclosed is a sweater of his, neatly folded, which Madison had borrowed at some point in time when it was chilly in the castle during the early winter days and kept forgetting to return, but had worn a few more times on especially cold days. No note is with it. Just the sweater.]
Valentine's Day is coming up! I'm actually beginning to look foward to that Valentine's Day Bash that Lavender is setting up. You know, I was skeptical of the whole situation at first, but then I realized that it is a party. We've been so preoccupied with prepping for NEWTs that we haven't had an ounce of fun for the past month. While the theme might not be everyone's cup of tea, it can still be enjoyable. It's amusing to send out Valentine's Cards to friends, and receive them, even if you're without an actual Valentine. We'll also be exposed to new music, which is always interesting. Obhool sounds interesting. I'm without an actual date, so I can promise a dance to anyone who asks (though I can't really imagine anyone actually doing so). Romance or no, I'm determined to have a good time.
And it is always fun to plan outfits. I think I'm going to wear
I have the perfect cropped burgundy cardigan to wear over it. Winter isn't over yet, unfortunately. Not getting those shoes, though. Yeesh.
Everyone has their assignments for this week's edition of the Herald. Remember to have the articles to me/Mayzie by Friday afternoon at the latest.
I can be found in the Common Room if I'm needed!
... I'm not over him. I try to be, but every time I see him in class, or the halls. I look away, but sometimes I see him looking at me before he turns back to his friends. He -
This is so silly. I'm going to be over him. I'm going to be. There's no reason that I shouldn't. I should just get over him. Right now.
There. That wasn't so hard. Done and done.
Well, maybe not. But I'm going to at least act like it. I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me wince every time we accidentally make eye contact, or stare at my shoelaces instead of where I'm going because he's passing by in the opposite direction. I'm just another notch on the headboard to him? Well, he'll be just another one to me. That's not to say that I'm going to become a hussy.
But he'll wish that he hadn't been so horrible to me. That we could have another chance.
The sad thing is, I would. I'd probably take him back in a half a heartbeat. I don't know why I love him, but I do. I just do. The number of times I've cried over - No. That's what this is about. No more tears. Strong Madison all the way. I don't need him. There are plenty of other options for me. He'll see.
He doesn't need to know that, though. And he can have his stupid jumper back. It's ugly anyway.
I loved it.
Strong. Happy. He'll rue the day he ever did that to me. I miss him.
[Enclosed is a sweater of his, neatly folded, which Madison had borrowed at some point in time when it was chilly in the castle during the early winter days and kept forgetting to return, but had worn a few more times on especially cold days. No note is with it. Just the sweater.]
Valentine's Day is coming up! I'm actually beginning to look foward to that Valentine's Day Bash that Lavender is setting up. You know, I was skeptical of the whole situation at first, but then I realized that it is a party. We've been so preoccupied with prepping for NEWTs that we haven't had an ounce of fun for the past month. While the theme might not be everyone's cup of tea, it can still be enjoyable. It's amusing to send out Valentine's Cards to friends, and receive them, even if you're without an actual Valentine. We'll also be exposed to new music, which is always interesting. Obhool sounds interesting. I'm without an actual date, so I can promise a dance to anyone who asks (though I can't really imagine anyone actually doing so). Romance or no, I'm determined to have a good time.
And it is always fun to plan outfits. I think I'm going to wear
I have the perfect cropped burgundy cardigan to wear over it. Winter isn't over yet, unfortunately. Not getting those shoes, though. Yeesh.
Everyone has their assignments for this week's edition of the Herald. Remember to have the articles to me/Mayzie by Friday afternoon at the latest.
I can be found in the Common Room if I'm needed!