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And now for a pity-fest.
I was rather surprised by Dean's comment about Muggle Studies, and I'm ashamed of myself for it. I suppose I was going under the assumption that all he cares about is girls and... well, girls. Though he can project that image sometimes. I didn't know that he was so--passionate isn't a good word--ardent about things other than the typical teenage scene. Maybe it's because his parents are Muggles. Either way, I feel guilty for thinking that.
There needs to be a change, soon. I'm so tired of... people in general. They don't tease me, really. Sometimes, but it's not a hobby--though whoever is leaving those false love notes and flowers is going to be severly dealt with. I keep telling myself it's because I'm so boring and won't do anything "fun." I spend all my time up in the bloody common room or in the library trying to keep up with school work. At least I tell myself that's all it is. It could be the fact that I cannot handle myself in social situations whatsoever, and turn things awkward for anyone near.
Something drastic needs to happen.
Soon.
And now for a pity-fest.
I was rather surprised by Dean's comment about Muggle Studies, and I'm ashamed of myself for it. I suppose I was going under the assumption that all he cares about is girls and... well, girls. Though he can project that image sometimes. I didn't know that he was so--passionate isn't a good word--ardent about things other than the typical teenage scene. Maybe it's because his parents are Muggles. Either way, I feel guilty for thinking that.
There needs to be a change, soon. I'm so tired of... people in general. They don't tease me, really. Sometimes, but it's not a hobby--though whoever is leaving those false love notes and flowers is going to be severly dealt with. I keep telling myself it's because I'm so boring and won't do anything "fun." I spend all my time up in the bloody common room or in the library trying to keep up with school work. At least I tell myself that's all it is. It could be the fact that I cannot handle myself in social situations whatsoever, and turn things awkward for anyone near.
Something drastic needs to happen.
Soon.