July 14

Entry # 1:

It isn't easy being I. As hard as I try to retain the little sanity that still is with me, it still slowly fades away, like the seasons in the year.

The dreams are always there, taunting me, haunting me every night, sometimes even during the day, the time in which I think I am save from them. My parent's death, their screams as they were killed, Cedric's death and Voldemort's resurrection and, of course, Sirius death as well. I can't take it, it is just too much. The fears, my fears of death and failure are slowly but surely overwhelming me, to the point in which I can barely tell the difference between my dreams, my thoughts and reality.

I can't take it anymore. Please, someone, help me before it is too late. I can feel my sanity escaping me, to the point in which sometimes it feels like someone else is in control, not me. Everything seems surreal to me, nothing seems real anymore. Ron, Hermione, Mrs. Weasley, anyone, HELP! HELP ME! PLEASE, MAKE IT STOP! Make the dreams stop, make the voices stop, make the fears stop. I can't take it anymore. I only remember pain, I only think pain. Please, someone, make it go away or I'll make it go away.

That might be fun.

Harry J. Potter Evans