There's no point having this ruddy journal. To sink low enough to even write something in it just so everyone else will give you simpathy.

Well, I'm not that stupid.

And I know all of you are so disappointed.

I know many of you are watching with grim satisfaction as I slip lower and lower into a state of apathy; how you laugh at my shallow attempt to erase my unmercifule boredom; how you stroke your chins and contemplate how long it will take until you are rid of me ( Read more... )

Disgust.

OK, you guys...

You seriously don't hate me, do you?

And I'm sorry I posted that poem...

It's been a very eerie last couple of days.
Forgive me if I somewhat refrain from being Snape for a while.
He's not exactly helping.

~ Jilly

Touch the canvas, blank and pale ( Read more... )

Her lips which I had so willingly tasted ( Read more... )

Who's on his back in the water ( Read more... )

No, Potter, I'm not dead.

Too bad, eh?

Ah, it's time for the dreaded Halloween Dance at Hogwarts. Everyone is scurrying around, trying to find a date...Der Lord, it's so irritating. Of course, no one has asked me to it, fortunatly. I'd rather throw myself into a pool of boil potion than be asked on a date ( Read more... )