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[peterpettigrew]

We starve - look
At one another
Short of breath
Walking proudly in our winter coats
Wearing smells from laboratories
Facing a dying nation
Of moving paper fantasy
Listening for the new told lies
With supreme visions of lonely tunes

Somewhere
Inside something there is a rush of
Greatness
Who knows what stands in front of
Our lives
I fashion my future on films in space
Silence tells me secretly
Everything
Everything

Manchester England, England
Across the Atlantic Sea
And I'm a genius, genius
I believe in God
And I believe that God believes in Claude
That's me, that's me, that's me
The rest is silence

Manchester England, England
Eyes look your last
Arms take your last embrace
And lips oh you the doors of breath
Seal with a righteous kiss
Seal with a righteous kiss
The rest is silence

Singing
Our space songs on a spider web sitar
Life is around you and in you
Answer for Timothy Leary, dearie

Let the sunshine
Let the sunshine in...

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dear journal,

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So.




Merlin, this feels lame.

Whatever. I've nothing better to do, so here goes.

Hi, my name is Peter Pettigrew. I'm eighteen years old. My best friends are

God, this is stupid. If you're reading this, you're me. Obviously.

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IF YOU'RE NOT PETER PETTIGREW, BACK THE FUCK OFF. PUT THE BOOK DOWN, RIGHT NOW, OR I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL MURDER YOU IN YOUR SLEEP.

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Like I was saying. You're me, so you know that Mum gave me this stupid thing as a graduation present. 'Cuz I graduated. You also know that I'm gonna move into my own flat in Hogsmeade next month, but lately I've been feeling kind of lost confused lonely. Sure, I've seen a few of my mates so far this summer, but it's just not the same. I'm stuck with my fucking family until my yet-unnamed-niece is born, and then I can escape; for now, all I can do is retreat to the edge of our property and sketch the day away.

Still, I've lived for seven years in a dorm with other blokes. It's fucking weird to contemplate the idea that no one else is gonna be there when I move into my flat.

Alright, well. Um. I guess that's it, then. Was this supposed to make me feel better? 'Cause it didn't. What a waste of time. But who else am I supposed to talk to? No one's here. I'm all alone

Okay, I'm gonna go draw, now. That always makes me feel better, not like this fucking failure of. Talk See you later, then... if I change my mind and decide that this is even worth the effort, that is. Hah.

So, um... Bye.

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melencholy :mood

dear journal,

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So, I lied. Instead of drawing, I owled Alice.

Well, that's not completely true, either. It was while I was sketching the fence around our property that I remembered her. Merlin, that sounds awful. Obviously, I didn't forget who she is, or anything. God. But I guess I just- I needed to know that she was okay.

And she's not okay. At least, that's what it seems like. It's like she's... depressed, or something. She asked me to tell her that Sirius loved her, and that he'd loved her all along. What the fuck?! And I didn't really know what to say; it's not like Sirius told me every little feeling he ever had towards Alice or Marlene or any other goddamn girl he's ever dated, or anything. But Alice just seemed so... broken. So I told her the truth, and I said that Sirius did love her, and that he never meant to hurt her. Don't look at me like that It is the truth. Sirius did love her, as a friend at least, and he sure as hell never meant to hurt her.

Anyway, how could I not owl her? What with everything that went down last year, how could I not ask her how she was doing? And I guess I can understand the whole depression thing. This must be really rough on her. I guess I'm just... worried. Because then she said that it was good I made her smile and that makes me wonder if that's supposed to mean that she's not smiling anymore. Because her smile isn't something that should be hidden, right?

And while I was waiting for her next owl, I ended up sketching this really fast. Now, don't go thinking I'm creepy, journal. It's not half-bad, if I'm being honest. It could be much better, 'course, but there you go.

Anyway. That's what I've been up to this summer, so far... Creepily drawing sketches of my depressed friend without her knowledge.

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I need to get out of here.

Fast.

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