Sarcaustic
This journal will be the key to understanding myself. That's what Hermione said, anyway. She gave it to me for Christmas, saying that if I wouldn't open up to anyone else, I could at least open up to myself.
Open up? Sure, I'll just pour out all my twisted feelings like some lovesick schoolgirl. That's what I'm supposed to do, right? Tell the world about my pathetic and tortured existence through some mysterious diary found years after my tragic demise?
She's probably right, though. That's just how Hermione is.
I guess it couldn't be that hard to keep a diary...
A/N: Yes, I meant sarcaustic. As in "sarcastic" and "caustic". What can I say? I love making up words...