From the Diary of Ginny Weasley
a story thing
by people
Disclaimer: i don't own anything
Chapter Two:
Hey Diary! Its me again...Ginny. I still like Harry Potter. I am still ugly. I am still bad at Astrology and transfiguration. I am still 458 miles away from my parents. I have a bunch of new friends which is good. But some good things are bad like how most of my friends are in different houses. I wish I could talk around Harry Potter. Its sad how all I do on weekends is sit aroud and do homework and everyone else is having a good time talking to all of their friends! Sometimes i hate myself so much... I just wish i could die! Maybe if a died... maybe, he might notice me. My love and admiration for him is something beyond the universe which cannot be described by mere words or any language. How could he possibly understand or care about me? I'm nothing but a lonley coward who can't utter a word to the love of my life, the apple of my eye, my soul mate harry potter. I was born into a family of filth. We have no real worth to our name and we have done nothing to make the world a better place. As far as he and some of his friends may be concerned, all my parents have done is bring more crawling slimy ratsto this world and i am the newest. but to show that i have feeling and understanding of the ideas of others, i will write a poem.
Here I sit
alone
cold
lonley
the wind of my life manages to sting my face
all my entire being longs to be
one of them.
the creatures, the
beautiful
marvelous
amazing
race of man.
But we are rats
and rats we are till the day we die.
they party
they understand
they appeal to eachother
I love you
harry potter, though you may never care about me.
