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Post by Molly "Kat" Weasley II on Sept 12, 2008 0:30:57 GMT -5
Molly's School Uniform
This is where I'll do all my talking. Since I don't do much in real life. This is where all my thoughts and feelings will go. The things I can't or won't tell the world.
People I've known for years, been in classes with everyday, think I'm mute. Or I have nothing to say.
This is my proof.
I am not mute.
I have something to say.
"Come to the edge, he said. They said: We are afraid. Come to the edge, he said. They came. He pushed them,
And they flew..."
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Post by Molly "Kat" Weasley II on Nov 5, 2008 9:57:27 GMT -5
Dear Mom,
Sometimes it gets so hard. To wake up, live, and do it all over agian with almost nothing to differieniate the days from one another besides the assignments and books I read. Girls in my own house hate me for seemingly no reason at all. They do cruel things and enjoy every minute of it. I'm sport. the entertainment. Like a person put in the stalks for a crime they didn't commit only so people can throw vegetables at me. I'm afraid to enter my own common room, my own dormitory. Years it's been like this, and I could just never tell you. I guess I'm ashamed , or that it's somehow... maybe my fault. And it only seems to be getting worse. I just don'tknow how much longer I can take this.
Out of people who are so defined, so vibrant, so necessary. I feel invisible, and so very unnecessary. What good has Molly Weasley ever brougth to this world? Besides a perfect grading record. I'm just not. And sometimes I get so tired of trying to be.
Dear Mom,
How are you? Things here are good, Lucy's been up to her old tricks again. But that probably doesn't surprise you. I got another O in Potions and-
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