I suppose I would say my temper. One should never enrage a ginger you know.

I suppose it depends on what you're crying over doesn't it? And who you are around for that matter, for some people will use anything that you show effects you as a way to try to hurt you.

I had an awful cough a few days ago; all I can say is YAY for pepper-up-potions.

Goodnight Sun

Petunia and I were close when we were younger, now though it seems she's turned an unattractive shade of green and it has strained the bond we once shared.

New phone. I use it far more often.

I would call myself clever ;)

Extremely

Yesterday's Diary Entry...

Dearest Diart,

You know I am mostly a sensible person; the kind of person that does their homework, the kind of person that listens, the kind of person that you wouldn't catch being in trouble or involved with anything I shouldn't be involved in. I know, boring isn't it? At least on the surface and to prying eyes...I am compassionate and when I care for someone I do it to the depths of my very being. I saw Severus today,alone, for the first time since 'the incident.'

He asked if we could talk and I looked right at him and simply nodded, speaking only to tell him that after today I NEVER wanted to speak to him again. He sat beside my though diary, and I ended up closing my eyes. It was getting to be too much again, and I suddenly knew I didn’t want to stop talking to him. If I weren’t this way, if he weren’t that way—things would be different and we could talk whenever we wanted. I closed my eyes so maybe I wouldn’t see him, wouldn’t want to be around him anymore.

With my eyes closed, I didn’t have any warning as to what was about to happen. Looking back on it, it was of course glaringly obvious, but at the time I was just trying to forget. So Severus touched his mouth to mine. His lips were soft and thin and chapped and somehow cold, and by the time I opened my eyes, he was already gone. I peered around the corridor corner and I could see him running, his cloak flapping behind him' looking almost batlike.....Oh diary, what am I suppose to do with this?

I do not have Pottermore

but I'd like to take this moment to apologize to ALL of you for the 9238420938420 typos I've made >_<

I generally take my showers in the afternoon actually.

I toss and turn relentlessly and thus end up sleeping every which way.

Why just this afternoon actually; was such a beautiful day out that I took my lunch down to the lake. Runes, a sandwhich, and the feel of the grass beneath my bare feet-

I've never had to deal with this particular situation. I have a feeling I may die before I ever do.

Whiskey actually...Petunia and I snuck a drink from fathers bottle once because we wanted to see what the appeal was. I have yet to truly figure that out; or drink whiskey again.

I was down by the lake reading for Runes when Severus passed by. Perhaps this would seek silly to most people, but the way I can feel him looking at me some moments still cause such a twingr of pain to my heart strings.

http://youtu.be/tytOwMLqufg

Play

dud r u liek serius mi spelin is sooo much b3ter th4n yers lawl

Do hearts count?

My wand, a few Galleons, and a map if I'm going somewhere I don't know well.