Post by Eliza Blakenship on Sept 19, 2008 19:39:26 GMT -5
Elizabeth Blakenship
Hmm... I don't know what to write in this damned thing. Mcgonagall said I needed a healthy way to let out my anger. She saw my little spaz fest with a seventh year Hufflepuff the other day. The damn Hufflepuff deserved what he got though. He was in my way. Well it's not my fault my life has been totally screwed since my parents died. I mean all the grandparents teach you is how to be evil and hide things away. It's not like I know how to be nice exactly. Give me a wand and I can torture you to the point of death in minutes, but when it comes to love and friendship, yah I'm horrible. I don't know how to get close to people. I know I know, your probably thinking, how the hell does she not know anything about being nice. Well I don't okay! Your a book you have no right to judge me!
