| Peter "so fucking done" Pettigrew ( @ 2009-03-01 18:29:00 |
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Another one. Is there even any reason to write the list out anymore? It's been cut in half, and I don't have any reason to depress myself anymore than I already am. What's the point, anyway? They will all be strikeouts soon enough. All I can wonder if whether I'd even still be here to tick off the final name.
This is so frustrating. One step forward, half a dozen steps back. Any little itch that we feel that we get is cut off not much later after that. And I'm starting to go crazy locked up in this safehouse constantly.
Mom's safe. I don't have any reason to be hiding anymore. I'm suspect. I know that, but if they can get to all of us under protection, like they did at Godric's, as easily as they could out in the open, what is the point in closing off our lives to just sit and wait to be slaughtered? I don't have this habit of making trouble or opening my mouth when I shouldn't. I'm not going to get myself blown up the second that I leave the safehouse no matter what Mom might be afraid of happening. Besides, paying for a flat and not using it? That's just wasteful. We all said that we weren't going to let them stop us from living our lives, and I'm not going to allow this to get in the way of the normal flow of things.
I'm tired. I'm tired of all of this, and I don't know how much longer I can keep this up.
I'm thinking about going home.