Journal entry... Private
During the last holidays I finally had the final argument with my parents and left home.
I'm crashing at Jamie's place. His parents are cool. Always have been.
I know I say I don't care. I hate them! Them and their pure blood mania.
My father ignored me for the most part.
My mother didn't, but fuck, I wish she had. She just enjoyed bitching at me. Everything from being sorted into Gryffindor ("No son of mine will ever be anything other than Slytherin.") to my friends ("Mudbloods and muggle lovers, the lot of them.) was wrong.
I don't think I ever got a word of praise from either of them.
But that never bothered me...
Never.
Not fucking much it didn't.
What boy doesn't want approval from his father?
What boy doesn't crave love from his mother?
I'm gone and they don't care.
They obviously know I'm at school; the fees have been paid and I have books.
Them not caring hurts more than I thought it would.
But I don't care. And no one will ever know if I do anyway.
I have Rem, Jamie and Pete.
I have Rem.
Just saying that to myself makes the chill disappear.
He holds my heart. I have never even felt close to anything like this for anyone else.
All those girls blur into one nameless, faceless being when I think of him. All those endearments so easily spoken, because I didn't mean them. So much harder to say when they are actually meant.
I love him. He is my world.
And it's damn scary.
One person having such a hold on my emotions. But I trust he won't damage them.
I should just hold on and enjoy it all. I have a feeling that neither of us wants it to end. We have love and happiness, friendship and friends... who could ask for more?