Mar 02, 2007 17:28
-Eyes are teary and clamped shut-
I refuse to speak to any of you. My so-called friends. Hell, If they'd accept me, I may aswell hang out with the Slytherin's they might withold things from me less. -grinds teeth- None of you can even begin to fathom how utterly dissapointed I am in the lot of you. You tell me all of the stupid nothings, but you can't manage to let me know that Sirius is getting married? To Elizabeth Carrington. Hell, I may aswell just go shoot myself now, I'd probably have better friends in hell.
And don't any of you crummy Slytherin snakes tell me I'm pathetic, and that this is a sob story, because you know what? I'm aware, and I don't care. I rather like the idea of being pissed off for a real good reason, hell this might be able to kindle the angry fire for years! (Yes, I'm going insane) AND! I'd just like for everyone to know that no matter how much I resent Elizabeth right now, I by no means wish to be her.
I'd rather have a husband that doesn't keep things from me. I'm the one person who should have known. And I'm nearly positive that I'm the last one to know.
I hate all of you right now. I don't know how you justified this random act of betrayal.
A once again,
Tragic Temper
Emmeline