This is what I think some of the characters would tell to a shrink. There would be more than this obviously, but this was all I came up with at the time. This was really fun, it was the first thing I'd ever done in first person POV. So please read, and tell me if you agree.
The shrink
It sucks being me. I mean, my life is fine...I guess...I have nothing to complain about...not really. I just hate being a celebrity, and I hate being rich. People say they want to be rich and famous, well, that's just because their not. Everyone expects so much from you, and it seems like you're the only one who knows that you can't measure up. When average people screw up, sure its funny, but it's forgotten eventually. When the great Harry Potter makes a mistake, it's a matter of public record, and you never live it down. But you can't win! If you do something right, it just sets you up for a bigger fall the next time. I'm just a kid, not a superhero. Why can't people just leave me alone?
And having money? It's a curse. People automatically assume that you're self righteous or snotty if your well off. But a lot of rich people are like that, coughMalfoycough I would gladly give it all away to be left alone, and besides, all the money in the world won't bring my parents back. Is it possible to be an ordinary wizard? All my brothers and sisters seem to be extraordinary in one way or another, but me? It really bugs me sometimes, hearing my parents rave about Charlie and Bill and their great adventures. And Percy....school prefect, Head Boy, perfect in every way....everyone knows he's destined for greatness. Then there's Fred and George. What can I say? With those practical jokes they cook up, I bet pretty soon every kid in the wizarding world will know who they are. Finally Ginny, the baby girl, there's nothing that she can do that could even remotely be considered wrong, at least not by my parents. Perfect, adorable ittle Ginny.
But then there's me. Ron weasley. Same red hair, same had me down robes as everyone else. I'm average. I get average grades, have average dreams, I'm even average at Quidditch. So what? Isn't being ordinary enough? I like my life. I really do. Everything's perfect.
Well, almost everything.
I always have this voice in my head trying to convince me that I'm going to fail. It's like a constant droning wearing at the back of my mind. I can hear it even now, "An A minus isn't good enough Hermione, your so dumb Hermione, it doesn't matter how much you study, you'll never get it..." So I try harder, but it only seems to get louder. Why do I even listen? I'm smart, I'm nice; why do I think nothing is good enough?
Someone once told me that humans have a tendency to catastrophise everything. He called it the bag lady, but I call mine the cat lady. I'm afraid that everything that I'm working for now won't mean anything. I'll just wind up a smelly, half-crazy old maid with 57 cats. They'd all have names like "Cuddles" and "mittens". Ick, I can even smell the litter. See what I mean? Catastrophizing.
All I want is to believe someone when they tell me I'm good enough.