Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg, @ 2015-09-04 20:57:00 |
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Journal - Thoughts
[Warded to Lucy]
Thank you very much for the tarts. You made me
[/Ward]
Rest of the entry looks suspiciously blotchy in places. Like it has been cried on.
Can't settle to anything well. Feel like I'm missing a limb. How did we do this in fifth year? I can't- we never not like this.
[Warded private]
I don't know how much more of this I can take. I feel like part of me is missing. God it's not even because I love him, it's because he's my best friend. And maybe we got a bit co-dependant but for fuck's sake we all got damaged in the stupid fucking war and we help each other out and keep each other going. And I don't know how to do that without him. I haven't had to do that without him. Even when he was travelling we were still talking.
How are we not talking properly? I feel strangled every time I'm near him. I want to apologise but I don't know how to do it. I can't tell him. He'd never talk to me again.
I have to apologise. Properly.
That means I have to visit Aunt Rose. I don't want to do it, but I can't just drop in there and borrow the fruit and leave a note like I would from Mum. And I know Mum doesn't have any steeping.
Shit I can't even remember if he'll get it. That it's special.
What the fuck can I write? I can't just leave it.
I can't-
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Shower.
If anyone has an interest in abstract let me know. They're all depressing as hell though.