Jul 26, 2007 08:25
Hm. I tried to pop by and see Draco last night, as I was out and had nothing else to do with my evening, but he either wasn't in or he was busy with Harry. All my attempts at contacting people who don't live in my house have been thwarted as of late, and I can't bloody stand it any longer.
Not seeing Draco was the last straw in the realization of how truly lonely I am.
It was worse than breaking up with John, worse than losing my grandparents, worse than facing Tom Riddle, and more than anything it was worse than finding out about Harry not loving me. Loneliness, I think, is the ultimate feeling of complete and utter worthlessness.
And aside from everything else, miss everyone terribly. Harry, I miss especially. I want to go visit him, tell him how much I miss him, wish him a happy early birthday and give him a hug. I suppose going through school with him always around sort of spoiled me into thinking that we'd actually be friends ... I don't know. For the rest of our lives, I guess. Now I never see anyone, and I feel so out of the loop.
So I'm wallowing in self-pity. This is very un-Gryffindor-like of me. Someone please snap me out of it. Please.