(fanfic)
Dear Diary,
I’m sorry, it’s really traumatic to be blamed for being attracted to someone when you really don’t see them like that. It brings back so many unpleasant past memories.
I’m trying so much to make peace with this. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. I’m sorry.
I’m just tired.
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Harry puts the diary back in the shelf.
Harry doesn’t want fame or millions of dollars or attention.
He wanted a quiet normal life. But I guess he can’t do anything now?
He sees everything and understands it and is grateful and thankful. But it’s 23:26pm and he is just missing Ginny.
He feels the world might move on after some time and he is okay with that too because he didn’t ask for this, you know?
He thinks there’s more to the picture than he is seeing?
He keeps thinking what could it be, he is pacing in his room.
Nothing really makes sense even though most of it does.
He lays down on his bed. He is just not able to understand? His thoughts are spiralling.
Can someone tell him please? He can be kinda stupid sometimes.
Where’s Hermione when he needs her?
rachana rajan <3 