A person cannot sit for ten minutes without having a laptop and monkey's skin dropped onto their lap in this house. My Hogwarts letter was written on a monkey's hide. I would ask what this world is coming to, but I really do not want to know.
It has only been a month that I have been able to forget about Hogwarts and every bloody person attending it. I did not need to be reminded so quickly that spending my days alone will not be an option after the next month.
This laptop is a lot better than the one my mum and dad have. I do think we will get along quite well.
As for these journals, I am very annoyed. Writing somewhere where other people can read it and respond? I may just go nutters before the age of twenty.
In memory of the poor monkey's soul that was sacrificed to ensure my letter was received.