Note.

I have a feeling everyone read my diary that I used to write during childhood.

I remember listening to bits of it in the audiobook.

I don’t know how and from where?

I remember tearing and throwing the diary.

I remember giving one of my diary to voldemort as well.

I don’t know when all this started but someone should have just spoken to me like a normal person.

I remember writing Jack Sparrow’s dialogues on my margin in college and in the song seven by Taylor Swift she sings we can be pirates.

I don’t exactly know.

….

I don’t feel good right now.

I’m so sick. Everytime I fall sick I feel I might die, I start feeling that weak like a grandmother.

I was thinking about Ginny.

Not exactly thinking but overthinking.

Hazel Grace saying that she’s a grenade and staying away from Augustus is running on my mind in a loop.

Because I feel the same tonight.

If she speaks to me right now, I might push her away and say the same thing.

I hope I get better soon because there’s literally nothing I want more than to see her again.

And I’m thinking about all these fake scenarios in my head about pushing her cause I’m sick and a grenade?

I’m literally hopeless.

Goodnight.