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I've just realized my birthday is coming up. April 1st..that'll be cheerful. I'm forever the butt of jokes on my birthday, I suppose it wont be so bad this year. Scary that it's been a whole year. I feel older than I did, stronger in some ways, smarter as well, more sure of myself. You never feel older on your birthday, not really, you just look back on how much you've changed to get to this point in your life.
Man, that was extremely deep, even for me. I suppose it must be the lack of food, and I lack of social events. Being cooped up in the library working is never fun when your own and bad at the subject.
I offically hate Potions even more now.
It's also getting hard to think properly around Sabrina, I cant cope with this much longer. I really am not going to be able to last.
Everything thats happened to me in the past few weeks really have changed me...I never thought I could feel like this, love, I thought I was also too immature, to childish to ever feel such a thing...but now I know...that I do. That she's with someone else. She's happy with him. I will never be part of her life in the way they are.
I will never be able to replace him, because Remus and I are nothing alike. So I wish her all the happiness in the world. I will give up my love for her happiness.
It is time for me to move on...no matter how much it rips me apart.
Anthony sighed to himself finishing his entry. Eyes soft, looking through his journal as though it didn't even exist. He scratched the small of his spine and looked at the time, it wasn't late, but it was dark out already, unusual because it was pretty much the beginning of Spring. He looked at himself in the mirror, he looked tired, yet also looked as though he was thinking about something deeply, which was true. His last post stood out to him and was tempted to rip out, a firey rage pullumeting through his stomach.
"You know, you are too bad for a mudblood. Slightly spineless and emotional. You actually remind me of some of my housemates. That is if you were power-hungry."
"I can't stand seeing you hurting, An. You're supposed to be invinsible like that guy with the 'S' on his chest."
"You pitiful little mudblood. You don't even know what you are talking about. Why don't you go run off and play some childish games. You obviously aren't ready to live your life yet."
"I see that you are a glutton for torture Carraway."
"Your not a coward Anthony, you did what was right, no one deserves the treatment you recieved. No one..."
"Promise me you wont blame yourself for this Sabrina, please?"
I never did anything to Sabrina, she's my friend! I would never hurt her! Never...!"
"Sabrina! What did he do?"
"I didn't do anything I DIDN'T!"
"Good Evening Lady Holloway"
"This is awesome!"
"Why is it so empty in here in the mornings? And why am I talking to myself?"
"Because in you find your self to be your best company, that or your just crazy,"
"She adores you"
Anthony then realized, that tears were leaking down his face, quickly wiping them away as he realized how anyone could walk in the library and see him in this state.
Man, that was extremely deep, even for me. I suppose it must be the lack of food, and I lack of social events. Being cooped up in the library working is never fun when your own and bad at the subject.
I offically hate Potions even more now.
It's also getting hard to think properly around Sabrina, I cant cope with this much longer. I really am not going to be able to last.
Everything thats happened to me in the past few weeks really have changed me...I never thought I could feel like this, love, I thought I was also too immature, to childish to ever feel such a thing...but now I know...that I do. That she's with someone else. She's happy with him. I will never be part of her life in the way they are.
I will never be able to replace him, because Remus and I are nothing alike. So I wish her all the happiness in the world. I will give up my love for her happiness.
It is time for me to move on...no matter how much it rips me apart.
Anthony sighed to himself finishing his entry. Eyes soft, looking through his journal as though it didn't even exist. He scratched the small of his spine and looked at the time, it wasn't late, but it was dark out already, unusual because it was pretty much the beginning of Spring. He looked at himself in the mirror, he looked tired, yet also looked as though he was thinking about something deeply, which was true. His last post stood out to him and was tempted to rip out, a firey rage pullumeting through his stomach.
"You know, you are too bad for a mudblood. Slightly spineless and emotional. You actually remind me of some of my housemates. That is if you were power-hungry."
"I can't stand seeing you hurting, An. You're supposed to be invinsible like that guy with the 'S' on his chest."
"You pitiful little mudblood. You don't even know what you are talking about. Why don't you go run off and play some childish games. You obviously aren't ready to live your life yet."
"I see that you are a glutton for torture Carraway."
"Your not a coward Anthony, you did what was right, no one deserves the treatment you recieved. No one..."
"Promise me you wont blame yourself for this Sabrina, please?"
I never did anything to Sabrina, she's my friend! I would never hurt her! Never...!"
"Sabrina! What did he do?"
"I didn't do anything I DIDN'T!"
"Good Evening Lady Holloway"
"This is awesome!"
"Why is it so empty in here in the mornings? And why am I talking to myself?"
"Because in you find your self to be your best company, that or your just crazy,"
"She adores you"
Anthony then realized, that tears were leaking down his face, quickly wiping them away as he realized how anyone could walk in the library and see him in this state.