Mon, 27 Feb 2006 14:42:02 GMT

So I am now living in a little room at dingy old Inn in Diagon Alley. Lovely. Atleast I do not have anyone to tell me what to do anymore, but still it's...quite dirty here.

Sun, 11 Dec 2005 04:02:16 GMT

I am not in a good mood right now, not at all. I cannot feel my leg, it is completely numb, I think I dislocated my wrist, my head hurts. Bloody hell, I really want to just die right now, someone just come and kill me right now.

I really hate my "training". Three hours of fighting, and hexing fun, oh the joy. He really does have the perverted mind of a 18 year old boy too, I swear. He was also coming on to my mother earlier, something I did not wish to see. I felt something I couldn't believe I would ever feel, I felt jealous. That is just disgusting, excuse me while I go and ram my head into a wall.

I miss my old bedroom, I can't believe I just said that.

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