Hey y'all! Quickie update, is that all good? I'm at boarding school…I don't know how frequent updates will be. Sorry.
I've been really tired lately, though I can't imagine why. I didn't even want to get out of bed this morning, but I had classes to teach. All of those moronic little bastards who don't give a damn about potions, or any classes, or the feelings of others, or anything. And they all look up to Potter, I mean I can see why but it's just like his father and how they all loved him. We don't even really know how he killed the Dark Lord. He could have tripped on his wand and sent something off. Or he could have choked on a Pumpkin Pastie and in his garbled utterances unearthed an ancient spell. For some reason they won't release details of the death. Before the Dark Lord was killed, my Dark Mark hurt all of the time. It's nice that it doesn't hurt anymore. I mean, it was making me really freaking suicidal. Hmm. Am I suicidal? Who cares, it's not like I'm going to do anything. Oh, I've tried before. I never managed to carry anything out, though. You know, Muggles have drugs that they use to get all "high" and happy and I've never really understood that. I mean, can't they tell that it's so far from real life and distinguish that? See, with alcohol at least it's sorta close to real life, just a little happier. Ugh. I hate this journal. I'm such an educated, intelligent man and my complex mind is reduced to these minor ramblings that sound like a sixteen-year-old wrote them. I do still think I'm sixteen, don't I. I've got potions to grade that I've been putting off.
And there you go.