(_Harry_)

I hate myself! I wish I was never born, because of me my Mom and Dad are dead, Cedric died, and now Sirius. I imagine sometimes, if it hadn't been for me what my parents life would be like. I imagine Sirius, never having felt the pain of Azkaban, laughing and joking with them. It could have still been that way! I destroyed it all when I came into this world.

Ron and Hermione are getting sick of me. They try their hardest to cheer me up, but I just snap at them. It's for their own good. Anyone who gets close to me would be in danger. Not to mention I'm just going to die and then everyone who cares about me will be hurt. I am not going to defeat Voldemort! I don't even think I should be allowed at Hogwarts. I'm so selfish for coming back again this year. I should probably do some homework now, but what's the point? It's not like I'll be around for my education to benefit me any. I'm going to bed. Ron is nagging me right now because I never ate. I just yelled at him. I feel guilty, but it's for his best in the long run.

'Night.

A/N: Thanks Dominique, Lady Keladry1 (sorry), and aggrivated ( I do write because I love it, not for reviews, I just like input.)

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