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I'm better now.
Don't ask me what kicked me out of my .. funk, as some one put it. All I know is that now I'm settling into something more normal, and I've finally can begin to grieve. But I'm not, I'm not, I'm not.
I'm empty of any grief, any sadness. All I can feel is an everpresent and allconsuming anger against the people who did this to me, to Rene. To Harry. To Tonks.
However, I'm not going to huddle behind my books, waiting patiently for the war to come to me. I'm taking things into my own hands, and I'm not letting anyone take anything from me again, and nothing will stop me. Nothing.
Don't ask me what kicked me out of my .. funk, as some one put it. All I know is that now I'm settling into something more normal, and I've finally can begin to grieve. But I'm not, I'm not, I'm not.
I'm empty of any grief, any sadness. All I can feel is an everpresent and allconsuming anger against the people who did this to me, to Rene. To Harry. To Tonks.
However, I'm not going to huddle behind my books, waiting patiently for the war to come to me. I'm taking things into my own hands, and I'm not letting anyone take anything from me again, and nothing will stop me. Nothing.