Gram bought me this as an early birthday present. She called it a journal - a "log" of my life, she said.
It's still a bloody diary. A bloody diary that anyone looking to make a joke at my expense would love to see. I mean, what if Rita Skeeter saw this? She's already ballsy enough to track me down to my stairwell trying to get an interview - though, I suppose it wasn't hard. The flat is listed under my name and the floo is registered, though blocked to most. I just don't like the idea of gutting myself and putting the contents on paper for anyone to read.
Maybe I'll get used to it. I wouldn't want Gram to think I wasn't grateful.
[Mod Notes: The lj-cut text is to be formatted exactly as such. Private entries should be posted directly to the character's journal and not to the game, with the comments disabled.]