Soooo...First real attempt at a real chapter fic. Anyway. I've been writing this in my mind for like, ever, but haven't actually gotten anything on paper. We shall see how this goes.

Reviews give me confidence (and incentive) to update faster.

As always, I don't own HP or anything related to it. If I did, would I seriously be writing this?


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My name is James Sirius Potter. I am 22 years old, and I've already ruined my life.

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I am writing this from my room in St. Mungo's. I have been here two weeks, three days, and 17 hours. I am considered a threat to myself and others.

As part of my recovery, Healer Swan suggested that I write down everything that brought me to this point. I don't know why, but its something to do.