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Entry Thirty-Five
February 04, 2001
It was a very short day for me. My head was pounding like sledgehammers hammering rocks, I could not open my eyes, I could feel sharp pain behind my eyes and in my temples. Theo gave me potions, but they didn't do shit. He kept apologizing, and I got sick of his voice, because any sound just shot pain into the center of my head. I just remember my head pounding and then nothing. I was knocked out, with what, I don't know.
It was nighttime, I finally woke up, I was given water and fed by Theo. My poor husband forever takes care of me. If its not being a depress bitch, then it's a pathetic lunatic trying to get her marbles together. I shouldn't even be surprised this is happening. Yet here I am wondering what I did wrong to deserve this. I hate this, I hate everything about this, I hate being here, I hate this wizarding world and their nonsense of trying to have power over one another. I hate that I can't even get away, I hate that my husband is stuck having to deal with this bullshit. I don't see a difference if you ask me about how things are turning out government wise. It's just a waste, all this discrimination against muggles and blood. I'm working myself up and my head is starting to pound again.
Hammered Mrs. Nott