Entry #3
I said I'd never do one of these. But here we are. And let's not stay here for very long this time. Please.
I could always go and talk to my friends, I suppose. But Oliver and Angelina are already all but issuing death threats to him as it is and Fred and George would most likely be the same and Katie has enough of her own problems to deal with. And Roger most likely wouldn't react badly, but I don't know him well enough to discuss such a thing with him. This is the problem with having not so many non-Gryffindor friends. We tend to think that when someone comes to us with a problem that they want us to fix it and go charging madly after the cause of it, when sometimes the person just wants people to listen. Which typically we're not so good at doing.
So alright then, I'm giving myself ten minutes to be and feel weak and pathetic and everything I hate being and feeling. Ten minutes exactly. Timed. And that I'll be back to normal. Well, at least I'll act that way.
Go.
I know I have no claim over him anymore and no right to be tearful or upset or angry about it - but he's my ex-boyfriend and he's going to some hedonistic debauched orgy with Warrington and he only refers to me by my second name now and I went out with him for almost a year and (may as well allow myself to be totally pathetic and get it over and done with) I lost my virginity to him and it just makes me so, so sad that it's gotten to that point.
And I wish that Oliver and Warrington would stop fighting about me. I can't really tell Oli to stop because it would hurt his pride but I was hoping that perhaps for once Warrington would rise above it. Or at least not exploit his impulsiveness against him. It should be an issue between two peple and now it's been reduced to a house pride war thing. I was hoping that we were more grown up now and during these days especially we could move beyond it.
Alright - I suppose it might not necessarily be a dirty party. At least dirty in that it involves other girls. I know I have no claim to him anymore but I just can't bear to think of him kissing and touching anyone other than me and it hurts. They might just be sitting down watching pornographic reels and drinking beer and scratching themselves. I'm against it and I don't approve exactly normally but this is Terence we're talking about and I don't want him getting in deeper and deeper and marrying some girl who only wants him from his money. And particualry seeing what money can do to him and what marrying someone who wants to marry him for that reason will do to him. I just worry that he'll become a spoilt little rich boy with absolutely no morals or soul. And I'm beginning to think that maybe he likes, prefers even, it that way.
I just wish he'd see how much he actually has to offer, but never really got the chance to develop it it because he's always been able to get whatever he wants through money, so he's never really had to work for anything and doesn't really know his full potential. And I'm tired of caring still. Particularly when he doesn't seem to.
Time up.
I could always go and talk to my friends, I suppose. But Oliver and Angelina are already all but issuing death threats to him as it is and Fred and George would most likely be the same and Katie has enough of her own problems to deal with. And Roger most likely wouldn't react badly, but I don't know him well enough to discuss such a thing with him. This is the problem with having not so many non-Gryffindor friends. We tend to think that when someone comes to us with a problem that they want us to fix it and go charging madly after the cause of it, when sometimes the person just wants people to listen. Which typically we're not so good at doing.
So alright then, I'm giving myself ten minutes to be and feel weak and pathetic and everything I hate being and feeling. Ten minutes exactly. Timed. And that I'll be back to normal. Well, at least I'll act that way.
Go.
I know I have no claim over him anymore and no right to be tearful or upset or angry about it - but he's my ex-boyfriend and he's going to some hedonistic debauched orgy with Warrington and he only refers to me by my second name now and I went out with him for almost a year and (may as well allow myself to be totally pathetic and get it over and done with) I lost my virginity to him and it just makes me so, so sad that it's gotten to that point.
And I wish that Oliver and Warrington would stop fighting about me. I can't really tell Oli to stop because it would hurt his pride but I was hoping that perhaps for once Warrington would rise above it. Or at least not exploit his impulsiveness against him. It should be an issue between two peple and now it's been reduced to a house pride war thing. I was hoping that we were more grown up now and during these days especially we could move beyond it.
Alright - I suppose it might not necessarily be a dirty party. At least dirty in that it involves other girls. I know I have no claim to him anymore but I just can't bear to think of him kissing and touching anyone other than me and it hurts. They might just be sitting down watching pornographic reels and drinking beer and scratching themselves. I'm against it and I don't approve exactly normally but this is Terence we're talking about and I don't want him getting in deeper and deeper and marrying some girl who only wants him from his money. And particualry seeing what money can do to him and what marrying someone who wants to marry him for that reason will do to him. I just worry that he'll become a spoilt little rich boy with absolutely no morals or soul. And I'm beginning to think that maybe he likes, prefers even, it that way.
I just wish he'd see how much he actually has to offer, but never really got the chance to develop it it because he's always been able to get whatever he wants through money, so he's never really had to work for anything and doesn't really know his full potential. And I'm tired of caring still. Particularly when he doesn't seem to.
Time up.