Post by Taylor on Aug 13, 2009 16:23:22 GMT -5
december twenty fourth, nineteen seventy seven
ringing out like a shotgun in my head
ringing out and i just can't go to bed
[/color][/center]ringing out and i just can't go to bed
dear diary,
[/size]this isn't a diary. its a journal. i don't know why i did it. it wasn't my fault..okay. it was. it was just there. i could tell Muriel so many lies about him. i could have told her that he missed her so much. and kept me up with stories about her cookies or whatever. oh, then i got really stupid, not thinking, i ran out and stole his broom and wand. not really the smartest thing if you ask me now. oh, then, when the day was going so great, yes, that was sarcasm, a boggart came. yes, a fucking boggart came from the damn shed.my boggart is unfortunately Gideon and I exploding, dying what ever.but oddly, it was only Gideon exploding to my horrible embarrassment. of course, i got all stuttery and quiet. then stupid Gideon said he would laugh at me and tease me because of this. no, he didn't go aw, its okay, this will be our secret. he was a fucking asshole about it. that idiot. so then i got a marker, and drew an actual pretty decent dark mark. and he punched me, and i told him it was fake. isn't that a great way to spend christmas eve.
