Post by Ginny Weasley on Feb 20, 2015 18:37:03 GMT -5
12th August 1997
Before I actually start writing this journal properly, I just want to say how ridiculous I feel writing down my thoughts and feelings. I also want to point out that writing a journal was not my idea, but my mother's as she thought that I could do with sharing how I feel with someone- or something in this case as she clearly isn't that interested in how I feel at the moment.
So I guess the main idea of this journal is to try and understand everything that is swimming around in my head, and I aim to write something in here everyday. Not because I want too- but because there is nothing else to do at this time of my life.
Everyone is walking on eggshells at the moment. Ever since Bill's wedding when the Death Eaters gatecrashed and Harry, Ron and Hermione disappeared. Without me. The burrow is lonelier than ever now that they aren't here. I just don't know what to do with myself anymore.
It was my birthday yesterday. My sixteenth. Though nobody was really in the mood to celebrate. We had to throw out Harry's Snitch birthday cake, because it wouldn't keep long enough for his return- if he returns. But mum made me a cake too. Just a simple one. I'm sitting with a slice now actually, but I'm not really hungry so I'm just eating the cake. I'm not too keen on the icing- Ron usually eats it for me. He's too kind.
Bloody Hell!
Everything around me reminds me of them. Reminds me of how much I miss them. How much I want them back. Or how much I want to be with them.... I hate that they left without me, that HE left without me. I just hope they come back soon.
I don't really know what else to write at the moment, due to the fact that absolutely nothing is going on. We are literally just sitting around, waiting for some news. I spent four hours listening to the radio yesterday. Four hours on my birthday, wasted listening to lists of the dead, praying that I didn't hear any of the three names.
I suppose this diary idea isn't too bad after all. But I won't tell my mum that. I don't want her to start thinking that she's always right, or I'll have to start always listening to her.
Hopefully things will be better when I return to school and see my friends.
Thanks for listening...
Ginny