From the Heart of....Severus Amadeus Snape
Journal,
They all laugh. They all hate me. I know they do. Even the Slytherins of myt own house reject me. That's how it has always been and always will be. All of them with their stupid love lives and evil little schemes. They make fun of me. I've found countless drawings of horrid creatures with words scribbled under them. Things like "Snape the monster" or "Snape the slime creature".
Potter doesn't make matters better. He looks just like his father and he's just as pompous. I don't believe in second chances. I gave Lupin a second chance but he never stopped James and Sirius from torturing me. Sure, he talked to me sometimes. He was, admittedly, a fine conversationalist, but he never tried to stop Black and Potter. That's when I stopped giving second chances.
And Longbottom. Oh, Longbottom....He was what I once was. Only there is a difference. He has friends. I didn't. I hate that. Why wouldn't anyone from my house befriend me? Why has everyone in Gryffindor befriended him? What's so special about him?
Yes, I'm bitter. I'll be the first to admit it, but I think I have a damn good reason. Quite a few of them, actually.
I think I'll leave now and do what I'm best at. Wallowing in self-pity until I fall asleep.
Severus A. Snape