May 23, 2006
Journal Entry 5047,
I've always gotten by with knowledge. Hung on to perfection so I didn't drown. I guess in some odd way that is what led to me falling into such a deep hole that it would take years to get back to a place where I could be stable again. I don't even know why I bother trying to explain what I did. It has already happened and so many people have suffered because of it. One person was lost forever. And all this time I have spent counting.
It's been ten years and twenty-one days he's been underground.
3673 days that his twin brother has run the shop they used to own, alone. The shop isn't as bright as it once was.
88152 hours that mum has wasted waiting for his hand on the clock to turn back to HOME. And yet it remains on LOST.
5289120 minutes since George told me he rather I had died. All this time I have been wishing the same.
317347200 second since I inadvertently got my own brother killed. As each second passed I wish he was still here laughing like he always did.
Every single moment I wish I could have changed what I have done. All those years I wasted trying to be accepted by others by excelling when I had a family who loved me regardless of what I did. I thought I was intelligent. I was often told so. But wisdom and intelligence are two different things.
signed,
Percy Ignatius Weasley