I've been asked to give my estranged sister's hand for marriage while the other remains catatonic. I dearly wish my father would see reason so he could make the decision in this matter, but I do understand his grave reservations with Tegan's separation from the family. However, I also understand her need to remove herself from the situation. I cannot fathom what it must be like to see your vivacious twin sister become an emotionless mute, but I must say, as an older brother, it's a terrible thing to witness. I do, however, question Joshua's suitability for Tegan because he did admit that he came to me without first attempting to seek out my parents.

( I could think of things I never thunk before... )­

Statistics say that if they're not found in the first 48 hours, the likelihood of finding them alive is grim.

It's been nearly two months. Hope is such an irrational thing.

Fuck it all Let death come. I'm ready for it.

I would like to leave this hospital, now, please. I don't care if my arm is still rotting in places.

I should have taken up smoking fags a bit sooner. Could have saved myself the trouble of imbibing a whole bottle of firewhiskey. They really aren't that bad. Honestly. Did you that Muggles have put filters on them now? I was surprised. Though I suppose my granddad did make his own and his smelled more sweet than anything I've found. If he was still around, I'd trouble him for the name. It's been too long and I've gone and forgotten. I do faintly remember the scent, but that's not much to go on.

Justice is bittersweet.

Bertha. The kitten is attacking my plants and I don't know how to make her stop. There are bite marks all along the leaves now. I can never seem to catch her in the act, but I can see her handiwork well enough.